Cerebral Storm (sonnet)

By Luke Labern

Hail on the windows, nails on the door frame:
The clouds brood above, an omen of rain --
When the storm passes, will he be the same?
Or, hopefully, it will pass the main.
It is winter year-round, for this man mixes
Security with hope, danger with pain --
Yet desires the same. Triple sixes
Lure many -- but for the rest, it is plain.
Hypocritical, aren't we? Love and hate
Inextricably link'd. To cry, to laugh:
Similar sounds on the usual date,
Ev'ry day are we faced with a new path.
Distractions left, right, all around the world:
Confusion awry as I'm headlong hurl'd.