Experimenting with different forms of poetry at the moment. Here's my take on a sonnet poem. I don't think it matches up to my past work but ehhh...
Can a man's soul be re-deemed
If he doesn't have a soul to be sold?
Can he save himself from being condempted
If he doesn't have a story to be told?
Men search their whole life
Looking for the one thing they are wasting
They deal with turmoil and strife
For thinking the world is theirs for the taking
A soul can be as empty as
The Mind that it occupies
As spirits speed by fast
The mind watches as the soul flies by
Whether or not humans can save their own soul
This should be their goal, whether they die young or old.
If he doesn't have a soul to be sold?
Can he save himself from being condempted
If he doesn't have a story to be told?
Men search their whole life
Looking for the one thing they are wasting
They deal with turmoil and strife
For thinking the world is theirs for the taking
A soul can be as empty as
The Mind that it occupies
As spirits speed by fast
The mind watches as the soul flies by
Whether or not humans can save their own soul
This should be their goal, whether they die young or old.