All English Sonnets
IN TIME WITH 2 AUG.
I often think and hope in hopeless hope
For some forgotten tunnels to escape ,
In darkened corridors of mind, I grope
For, freedom, from the life’s perpetual rape.
When, no escape I find from cruel strife
Which so remorseless hammers at my guts ,
I come to understand that this is life,
And quietly check my useless ifs and buts.
I make amends for all my gutless days
By firm decision. Hope to end all this
And spend my after – life in peaceful bays
Where rule the gentle waves, eternal bliss.
But if have even then no peace of mind
What method of escape then shall I find?