Reincarnation sonnet poems

My bafflement forces my day to waste,
Shall I for them or for my eyes alone
Or for a purpose yet abstruse, go on –
Another serving of this bitter taste?

Yes sinner I am trying to be chaste,
fixated, haven’t I asked to be shown
The smallest hint – this pile of graveyard bones
Of questers like me, mislaid, having faced

The need to, with the billions like me, drift
In endless waves befuddling, born to mourn,
And die and then be crucified again
In cycles of this that they call the “gift”?

‘tis Life not Death that will cheat us each morn
To keep us here forever in his reign.

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Reyvrex Questor Reyes

It’s good my friend how you deal with parapsychological subjects. Worthy sonnet.

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A somber look at the cycle of life and death, so beautifully wrought in words..You are a talented writer without doubt @bennydelacruzyahoo-com!


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