My Sonnet

1.         Tis not enough that yonder cloud doth break

2.         To dry the rain on my storm beaten face

3.         Fresh breeze which sings and laughs of cheers it makes

4.         Doth not bring hope back to my haggard base

5.         Torn and soaked beyond just bod’ly woes

6.         Trying best to hide my darken despair

7.         No gentle smile can save me from this low

8.         Nor strong hug that can form that sweet repair

9.         And though this darkness broods so deep within

10.       A forced smile conceals my inner tatters

11.       Happiness slowly burns and new begins

12.       Truly cleanse away measly lowly matters

13.       Though times may seem bleak with no hope in sight

14.       A smile will blaze through to regain lost might