Was it the carrot held before the horse
To beg its walk and make it till the ground?
Was it the rock that stood so firm and sound,
On which was built the life along this course?
Was it anything more than just a force
That pushed on me and left me lying down?
Was it a dream that seemed to leave me bound
Until I waked and left me with remorse?
It could be all or none
It could be life or death
Does it make a diff’rence?
For with the setting Sun,
Memories will be left
Till they fade in distance
Hi. Wanted to take the opportunity of the short post here to ask if you’d checked out my podcasts? Generally, they discuss current events and transgender issues (there is also a feed to the right, over there), but the Soundcloud one also has a bunch of my music on it. If you really like my poetry, articles, and podcasts, you can get access to exclusive content by supporting me on Patreon, in addition to having a direct way to message me and communicate with me. I try not to do all this often, but it does seem to be the trend on Youtube and other podcasts to mention this kind of stuff with each article/episode/etc. I don’t like that, though, because it feels too much like begging. While I would love people’s direct support, I don’t want to beg for it… Then again, people won’t do it if they don’t even know they can, so I try to strike a balance and keep this to a minimum. But your name can also go on the illustrious Wall of Awesome People.
Anyway, thank you for reading. I’m sorry that the sonnet wasn’t in Iambic Pentameter. This was one of my earlier sonnets, and I focused more on the rhyme scheme than I did the meter.