Italian Sonnet on my Present Purgatory
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
I need to get my mind under control,
Or else I might not ever find success.
But when I try to focus, dread distress
Engulfs me. Like a damn’d, eternal soul,
I seem to see a future filled with fear
And torment, doomed to fail the friends I cherish.
My faults conspire to cause them all to perish,
And, guilty, I deserve the price severe!
The deadlines loom like Damocles’s sword;
The more I try to work, the less I do.
I doubt I’ll e’er complete a single task
Of all the many here. I need the Lord
To chasten me; to give me strength. I ask
For peace of mind, dear Jesus. Help me through!
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