A Sonnet Shambolic
Man stands on a pinnacle.
Will he stand tall or fall?
I'd hate to see him fall.
Like a miracle, like a debacle,
RIP Jackson Pollock.
Some, such as I, feel the hurt too much.
Some, such as I, lose their touch.
Some, such as I, lose in living,
Slowly dying in striving
To fill the gap.
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