My Sonnets

The Conundrum Guy

You are such a riddle

Who left me on a muddle

Like the difficult level of a free flow game

You drove me insane

On this empathy, I tried to hold on

Right then, my mind told me to go on

Inflicted myself to keep within bound

Got nothing in return even just a pound

Always thinks that you’re nothing?

Then, I presume you are something

With those obvious flaws

Outnumbered the length of the river flows

A pessimist indeed

I guess in your feelings you’re never been candid

To someone who always manifest sympathy

Is have a great deal with fixity

Telling oneself to get a grip

But then, this ticker is still unzip

Still, you are a conundrum

Parallel to this sonnet that seems like a bunkum.

~ tatlongtuldok