Tossed in the ocean, I am blunted by misfortune
crashing like waves, I shouted without a tune
Sow me six feet below the ground
and so you can hear this anguished no sound
...
Fortune amidst fortune, But,
vanguished by misfortune,
Turmoil in and out,
The City Beggars life is full of screams and shouts!
...
Sonnet I
Tossed in the ocean, I am blunted by misfortune
crashing like waves, I shouted without a tune
Sow me six feet below the ground
and so you can hear this anguished no sound
Suffered by tempest and tumult
and I was bombarded by unpleasant result
triggered by trials and trails
I survived for I'm a blazer
I gazed upon the shimmering stars
perishing the wounds and my scars
trumpets cease as I ablaze
whirlpool beneath the darkest shore
cast by my amazing swore-and
As I turned back time,
I saw myself never left behind