Sonnet #1

A weighty thought contorts my careworn mind:
In this cosmic, vast existing plane
Fate keeps man in check; no one can find
Respite from its most tyrannical reign.
This roughly smooth conundrum leaves me ill
Acidic bitterness is on my tongue
The taste of bondage and the lack of will
Has left my soul to cry and my head hung.
Some feel the flames of all-consuming fire
While others are content with being singed
Much more than a mere puppet, I desire
To live a life exciting and unhinged
But I, uncertain, choose to speak my life:
I am no stranger to despair and strife.