Sonnet by Owen Maier

Too many times has life been way to bare

With people talking quickly and alone

I went to the festival and the fair

But ended up talking on my cell phone

This problem has taken life of those close

And froze the hearts of the warmly heated

This addiction is in front of the nose

And one will always find themselves seated

Flinging their souls towards the lowly place

Damning should find each other at the end

If we keep going at this same slow pace

Will leave us trying for our right to fend

This life’s direction is too similar

And one are finding self peculiar