Looking out my small window, past our small yard and wooden fence, and into the streets, I didn't know what to feel. The shop I once visited, and filled my mouth with sweet treats, was now slowly burning to the ground. People ran up and down the streets shouting things I didn't understand. Cars were broken into, setting off the alarms. A small child sat on the sidewalk, his tear stained face was blotchy, and his eyes were empty. I stepped away from the window not wanting to see anymore. My parents were out on holiday, and there was nowhere else for me to go. I sat at the edge of my bed; and cried. Why is this world filled with chaos? Why are the minds of adults so corrupted? I stood and walked to my window, threw it open, and shouted.
"Why is earth filled with such madness?!"
At that moment I heard the door downstairs fly open, feet stomped up the stairs and towards my bedroom. I sat on the ground, knowing that there was no more hope, and I surrendered to the wrath of the world.
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Answer:
"Sonnet 73" is a very touching sonnet specially for anyone who has felt the passage of time too quickly, and the need to cling to youth, life and experiences much stronger. This sonnet uses winter, night and a dying fire as metaphors for the inevitable approach of Death. The narrator opens the poem comparing the passage of his life to the fall season, which quickly fades into the cold and sterile winter. He also compares his dwindling time with common motifs such as twilight, and the embers of a fire that once roared.
The answer is B hope this helps!
