The title of this poem is "Sonnet I" by Carissa Syrah (my pseudonym) The leaves fall lifelessly onto the ground. Her thoughts churn in her brain as she plows through. She screams at the air, but she makes no sound. Her surroundings are red, but she is blue She wonders if her friends remember her, If they’re okay, despite the pandemic. She wishes things were back to how they were, She knows her dreams are more than authentic. She remembered her mom said to “be strong”, Though how to do that she does not quite know, “The infection will be gone before long.” Though every death it takes is one more blow. But life around her goes on all the while, And in the midst of doubt and fear, she’ll smile.
So, I did this for school a while back, and I heavily influenced this based on the news about how where I live was affected by COVID-19. A sonnet has an ABAB rhyme scheme (which I don't personally like), and there's a pentameter rule, which is 10 syllables with an off ON off ON accent rhythm. A sonnet then ends with a couplet, which is one of my favorite lines. I really hope you enjoy it! I enjoyed making this a lot.
