This one takes two forms:
Sonnet:
grasping, reaching, turning, forever
twisting under a hail of forgotten sins
tomorrow’s past is swept away
the raging tempest’s finale begins
alone, cowering, of uncertain mind
there is no one left but you,
where once lay many
the City holds its breath — what will you do?
out of cadence, in disrythmic time
hesitance halts even your infantile crawl
eternity lost for a second’s regret
blind pride before your unbroken fall
angels hide their eyes in shame
and you have only yourself to blame.
Clifnotes Version:
Twisting under a hail of forgotten sins
There is no one left but you
The raging tempest’s finale begins
the City holds its breath — what will you do?
Hesitance halts even your infantile crawl
Angels hide their eyes in shame
Blind pride before your unbroken fall
and you have only yourself to blame.