Pride: a Fibonacci Sonnet


pride
goeth
before fall
trippin sideways down
crushed by guilty weight and aching
for a little heaven, little sublime, little taste

heaven by way of forgiveness
shone in the eyes of onetime friends

but it plays a little hell with everything, this guilt
weighing down the days and the nights
sideways falling up
spiraling
followed
pride

David M Pitchford
23 Jan 2012

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