(This is my first sonnets and first volta)
Corrupted memories flooding my brain,
Filling the gap amnesia has left behind,
A perfidious defense is there to blame,
To my own soul, I’m condemned to be blind,
Which cruel god inflicted this torture,
On a poor son seeing his mother die,
Please shatter my mind so I won’t endure,
From dying to dead, let the pain pass by,
In the meantime I’ll speak to her pale ghost,
And will ignore a world too depressing,
Fleeing reality first and foremost,
Isn’t the curse indeed a fine blessing,
After all, without this ultimate price,
My mother wouldn’t have been buried twice.
Mathieu Tallegas 