My first ever attempt at a sestina. These are fucking HARD to write, so please forgive the lack of sense to this poem :) And if you don’t know what a sestina is, google it, because they’re actually really cool!
A certain amount of abundance
Will always be bestowed
If you can find it, it’s yours to cherish
But don’t get too caught up in your desire
You never truly know the extent
To which you are capable of falling
You’ll find that’s it’s quite easy- falling
The roots to trip you grow in abundance
You’ll never know to what extent
Go ahead, deny what’s bestowed
You have no desire
These are not things you want to cherish
What is there to cherish
Love just ends in falling
All sadness stems from desire
Eventually you’ll lose this abundance
Destroy everything that’s been bestowed
Until nothing becomes the extent
But the truthful extent?
We have so much to cherish
There are always endless wonders bestowed
Though only upon those unafraid of falling
For them, the happiness arrives in abundance
Though only upon those untainted by desire
What is there to find in desire?
Will we ever truly know the extent
Of the things we require in abundance
The things we solely wish to cherish
For what is it worth falling
And what wonders will be bestowed?
How much can be bestowed
Because it’s taken over by desires
Or the simple fear of falling
The never-ending extent
The things we want to cherish
The things given in abundance
Trying to avoid falling, never knowing the extent
Of what has been bestowed, constantly motivated by desires
But still able to cherish, and our life is simply abundance
