What Have I Got Wrong (sonnet)
With parts of life there are big decisions
The route through the mire seems obvious
Aspects change that generate revision
Springing from an author mysterious
The guilt of deciding which direction
Like a path through the forest so clear
Leads to a haven of self-protection
With habitual voice in the ear
Outcomes are etched in tablets of granite
Cosseting comforts was simply the plan
Ensuring destiny a fringe benefit
No nefarious brain behind the man
Is it possible to escape this clean?
Will others believe intentions were mean?
©David L Atkinson August 2012
Yet another supporter from Triberr with a talent for strong visual poetry.