To ask you to read my English (not the class, the type of) sonnet and give me some constructive criticism!.
As I lay down dreaming of tomorrow
My head pounds with deadly uncertainty
Why should I, in this fearful thought, wallow!?
When I look at this dilemma queerly!?
I look in the mirror, I see quite a site
The face I see is my own, yet is not
I study my features, with all my might
Then ask myself, what is it I have sought!?
I drench my numb face with ice cold water
The delicate liquid falls down my cheeks
My brain is done; it has lost its cotter
The delusional sounds start, the loud shrieks
When the lungs inhale, it all goes away
In comes death, dressed in dense tar and decay
Can you guess what it is about!?
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