Can you write a sonnet in ten minutes without getting infuriated by it? I cant... Here is what I got.

Lost in the dark, shadows run amuck.
Fires in the night burn with future sight.
Lost in the dark, proves I have no luck.
Fires in the night burn until day’s light.

Oh god how I wait for the sun’s clear rays.
I need the sun to blaze, for me, a path.
Anticipation of much brighter days
For all of the lonesome love my heart doth hath.

Sonnets are not as easy as I thought.
Iambic pentameter, fucking hard.
With all of the pain that rhyming has brought
My mind feels like a dog left in the yard.

Ten god damned syllables are too much.
I really hate sonnets. Damn you Shakespeare.


Your turn.