I've only written two sonnets, this being the second. Tell me what you think.
Beginning is the hardest part
I don’t know what to say.
It’s hard to frame my words in art
It’s not in me today.
The sun shines golden through the glass
It warms and browns my skin.
Unfortunately, I must pass
I have yet to begin.
The sun’s bright glare has blinded me
It's clouded my mind’s eye.
I haven’t even started, yet
The end is drawing nigh.
I shan't give up, I shall not quit.
I’ll reach the end, if bit by bit.