Suffering Symphony Soliloquy (Shakespearean Sonnet)
His skull was broken, no remorse from drugs.
Without a cause, effects would seem too dull.
A pluck, a strum of strings, a beat, a drum -
the music took his blood and shook his soul.
Instead of endless nights, an exit light
was sent in spite of facts arresting hope.
What else is there to dream or strive
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