Sonnet 3

Standing upon the brink of tomorrow
There swells a surge of unknown fear
Sprang of doubt that what may follow
shall bring sadness, once far, near
Something dwells within the heart
a beast not soft or rare
it waits for cause to make a start
once begun, breeds despair
We fight this primal copy of us all
with words like wrong and right
but when deadly now issues desperate call
one and all will stand and fight
Rememeber to wake and with noble cause
Control the beast with the leash of pause