Sonnet 2,909


If love be real why then must love be hard?
What takes true love decades to manifest?
And why must lovers casually discard
What once was true, once put to true love’s test?
If hope be useful why do I lose hope?
Do planets hate me so they misalign?
If breathing matters why then do I choke?
If fate be written what is fate’s design?
Which roadfork or which junction should I take?
As roads they split yet paths they do converge;
Which person soothes the pain and calms the ache?
To what extent should fighting fight the urge?

The answers lie within no other soul;
Nor heart, nor other mind, but in mine own.