Just A Sonnet Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

Amidst the things underdeveloped,
Raw, crude, and touched with froth of time,
The current course seems much enveloped
With gauze of failure and decline.

The ghastly look of unpretentious
Coldly devouring routine
Divines no godly interventions,
When ship of life's laid by careen.

What other course, what tack should lay we
To reaffirm the worth of life?
The voyage's long, the Locker Davy
Nods from afar, yet still we're safe.

Dissembling what we're firm on deck,
We live oblivious of wreck...