I wrote this at school :P
Through this stained hour glass of impending sorrow,
Bliss awaits the near triumphant end
Why o’ why must the laughter of children be heard after the cries of mourning men
Ears and eyes drown in the broken sonnet that seeps from their empty hearts
O’ how I lust for the day when the scent of a woman enchants me from this cold crooked ground and into the orange soothing sky
O’ how I lust for the day of Summer’s end.