An Italian Sonnet

By Samuel Marshall

Samuel Marshall

Today life often seems forlorn and blue

When from a sickness comes a great concern;

Trying times arise and make us yearn

To travel to a time with troubles few;

This flimsy world seems secured by cheap glue

That dissolves before the flame that would burn

All certainty and threatens to upturn

The things we love and all we thought we knew;

 

Today the blue is a few shades lighter

Because I found a brand new way to cope

And practice what sorrow could not steal;

The ashes of our world they bring us hope;

They burn to make the fire even brighter;

We burn our world to craft a world of steel;