I attempt to write a sonnet...
A brainstorm bubbles in my head right now
Thoughts wiggle, squirm, they want to leave my mind
I write them down on paper pages, a house
Where I'm depicting meaning: what you'll find
A portrait forms and down the page I go
Bold outlines, shading paving through the way
The banker ruling thoughts. I have a loan.
Its asking. "Give me sense or else I'll stay"
"Remove the fog. Your photo's blurriness"
It nags for codes and tries to crack it fast
And doesn't make a dent. It lacks success.
My thoughts are fine, don't need to break and blast
Stop looking. Meaning's there. You've got your own
It forms in you. It's there, already shown
Thanks for reading! Votes are highly appreciated!
