My Sonnet 1
Here I stand
Thinking with all my might
But nothing goes to plan
So I always lose the fight
In day or night
I always feel pain
And while there is light
There is never a gain
So I always get lost in the rain
Of the blood and the battle
Yet I cannot explain
Why I never tattle
There is a battle for me to win
No sooner, no later, only then
