All English Sonnets
This life, undoubtedly is complex
Has zenith , Nadirs of countless hues,
One fleeting moments reaching the apex
And very next in abysmal blties,
The cluelessness in search of clueful clues,
Emotions blundering towards the cul-de-sacs,
I’s merging willingly in your,
Abundance lousing itself in the lacks.
Psche’s counting hair-line unseen cracks,
Minds bewaiting, slights, pains, and hurts.
Hearts geathering faithlessness in packs,
Patient empathy counting its converts,
Though and torrid , horried, full of stife,
And shouty, daughty, cacophonous life.