The Weight of Ages: Modern Sonnets бесплатное чтение

If only I could

If only I could catch the fading light,

And hold it fast within my trembling hand,

To banish shadows of the coming night,

And paint the world with gold across the land.

If only I could mend a broken heart,

And weave the scattered pieces into whole,

To play a healing, empathetic part,

And ease the burden pressing on the soul.

If only I could silence doubt and fear,

That whisper softly, poisoning the mind,

And let the voice of courage ring so clear,

A stronger, bolder truth for me to find.

But dreams are fragile, and the world is cold,

And “if only” stories must remain untold.

A heartless measure

The city whispers laws of stone and steel,

That doom the strays, the lost, the hungry-eyed.

A heartless measure, callous hearts conceal,

As lives are forfeit, dignity denied.

Do we forget the loyalty they give,

The comfort offered in a lonely hour?

Are gentle waggings now no cause to live?

Is kindness lost to legislative power?

These creatures, born perhaps to luckless fate,

Deserve compassion, shelter, and a chance.

Not cruel indifference that seals their gate,

And ends their story in a vacant trance.

Let mercy guide us, break this wicked chain,

And offer hope, before they die in vain.