I’m waiting for a decision,
That will predict my fate,
Don’t know ‘bout precision,
Because now it’s too late.
I must have the courage,
To face the brutal reality-
Otherwise it will damage,
And it’ll make me guilty.
Endless waiting’s intolerable,
I can’t just bear it anymore,
I’m not that much capable,
To console me or to allure.
Now I am living like dead-
Finding a shelter on my head.
I think I understand sonnets now. It's pretty much like a story.
I like the rhyming ones better.