Adulation (Sonnet II)

Be careful to define the stark passion,

Which may be forged within the dreary depths

Of the caverns of one’s heart. This ration,

Of unforgiving languish spawns regrets,

Amidst fortnights filled with dark contrition.

One may become stricken by viciousness—

Human flesh—which embroiders ambition

Around dreamlike vigor—a chrysalis,

To contain the cause of inhibition.

Beneath spells of senseless adoration,

Captivation may delay cognition,

To ease distortion of aspiration—

Yet, in adulation, foolish minds reign

While, it seems, the wise tend to go insane.

      DannYetman

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