A Sonnet of Production Unit 2
In love we cannot find any reason
If we could find one, it’s unlikely love
I once loved someone for many seasons
One reason all affection was remove.
I found the stumbling stone that made me fall
A pebble turned out not as great as thought
Unpursued love would never last at all
Temporary flame I wouldn’t have sought.
For it pulled me more drowning in the sea.
Desperate, I was breathing my last then
A ship pulled me back, my hope, and saved me.
What is pain or fear? In my safe haven.
Once they sunk, woke me up from this mirage
Never free, just an escape camouflage.