We are like
A skyscraper...

Maybe animals feel more deeply than we do
high emotional IQ...

Their blood, it stains the sky
Yet you turn a blind eye...

Wearily little sparks of life flutter
Into the great abyss - chasing away...

Weathered and bitter
Incapable of feeling...

While clutching me with icy claws
I fear my fragile heart to pause...

Among the snowflakes
Falling from the sky...

I haven't a clue what to write about
Stuck on this mission to write a sonnet...

Yelling daffodils paraded
Eulogies, soft, serenaded...

You wear your heart on your sleeve all whilsts...
Of sympathy - yet your shriek echos in...

Sleeping here like the dead
Wishing I were alive...