shakespearean sonnet
2020
Sonnets – the love of all Shakespearean nerds.
Baffling rhyme schemes, phrases unexcited.
Loving confessions, maybe somber words
On the sadness of love unrequited.
Is there really a pressing, urgent need
For all this ponderous introspection?
Why do I have to force feed
My brain with poetic dissection?
My fingers’ cramping up, my vision rocked,
Yet again exhausting my tired brain.
Lagging, like a CPU overclocked
running faster, under strain.
It has been two hard weeks of near-defeat.
I slide into oblivion, task complete.