Sonnet I Poem by john paul oracion

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