How Can it Be?

a shakespearean sonnet......

How can it be, something so immortal,
Could ever possibly really be true?
Like a sea-born deer or land-locked coral,
Someone so wrong’ed how do they not rue?
Why things like these always happen to me,
Stuck in the middle, forced to choose a side,
Is really quite a mystery, you see
By human nature, they do not abide.
Things being so immortal, can’t they see,
Why I can’t decide, who’s right or who’s wrong.
In my mind this issue’s so wrong to me,
I can’t even think about it for long.
This sub-evil immoral wrongdoing,
Is a subconscious love-triangle… thing.

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