Preface: These poems I wrote late at night when I had nothing better to do than sit around and write, and they are first drafts that I just composed as I thought of them. Each poem took me about 5 minutes to write, so don't expect Shakespeare.
This poem in particular is a bit klugdey due to the difficulty of writing sonnets, and the fact that it is my first sonnet. Add to that the fact that it was written at 4 AM and what do you get... Lets just say I don't think it is award winning...
You see, I need, but I know that it is bad
When what I need I know cannot be had.
If I could stop, I would want it no more,
But it's need, not want that burns me to my core.
I feel from deep within my mind is torn,
And now the peices left are so forelorn.
What can I do? With me lies not the fault
Of this insane destructive mind assault.
And sadly there is none who knows my need.
"I must tell someone," with myself I plead.
Oh yes there are some who know what I want
So why does need have the power to daunt?
Albeit enough to cause myself pain
It does not but drive me wholly insane.