Sonnet 2
I remember a day, some months ago; I was young, like this, some weeks before nineteen. I was there on my bed, arose to some ego. My skin in flame, my hair erect, yes, I was a teen. I cried, wept, I was alone in the dark; then a thing, I could hear its beeps; Forcefully in rage, I feared - then, I... Sign in to see full entry.