Sonnet 3 Poem by Elbert Matt Loubser

Sonnet 3



What is this memory?
I can not tell mineself from me
what is the free but free?
not free, it seems to be

Acknowledge and stand
those of life, simplistic not bland
do not lift thine hand
I shall choose; dull or grand

Where is that day?
I looked to yee to look away
on me no hand thine shalt lay
this thought lost within the fray

Ah yes, now the fog hast gone, the fog that lingered for all too long
pray it stays, truth be told, I feel as a codex, with one major fold

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