All English Sonnets
The deadly lonesomeness and its blues,
Impair and impede and obstruct,
My constant lonely search for some clues,
To take a hold of me, construct.
My shattered, hopeless, hopeless ,nameless life,
By putting to an end its hopeless aloof,
And end its wayward, clueless endless strife,
I want to do this but I can not cope.
Locate my central self till it heeds,
With deadly blues of love sameness and want,
And needlessly keep brooding on my need,
I want to end this brooding but I can’t.
That till my last need encumbered breath,
I will have to live this living death.