The Burden of Upgrades

Not all upgrades are a welcome sight,

For many don’t enhance or truly prove;

Yet status quo might yield a different light,

When deemed "a waste of talent" in the groove.

More than past reckonings, a heavier weight,

Now seen as waste of space, of breath, of time.

A shift from promise to a darker fate,

As hopes once bright now seem to barely climb.

In shadows cast by others' sharp disdain,

The worth we carry fades beneath the strife,

Yet still, we yearn to break from this refrain,

To find our strength and reclaim what is Life.

So let not labels bind us in their thrall,

For within us all, a spark awaits the call.

Reviews

[red93]

Excellent Frederick - it is so long since I have seen 'a regular Sonnet' it took me a while to twig it ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks Tony. There was a prior period in the late 90’s and early 00’s where a rather small group of us took a challenge of writing sonnets to ‘modern’ themes and words. This is perhaps a way of getting back to those exercises.

[Thomas W Case]

Superb work. Excellent. You take the reader into the scene.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks Thomas; much appreciated visit and most welcome words in response.