Beautiful Mystery
A Beautiful Mystery starts at death
your quintessence is depopulated
your heart, overpowered by agony.
Life is bleak as despair overwhelms you.
A Beautiful Mystery starts at death
when half your quintessence lies underneath
when your tears by no means discontinue,
reassurance brings exasperation
A Beautiful Mystery starts at death
when your broken heart gradually mends
when your spirit little by little heals,
daily routines are no longer severe
The anonymity starts at death but
Beauty is in our recuperation
Not a good attempt at a Sonnet, working on making it better.
Copyright © Debbie Walker | Year Posted 2018
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