Sonnet

I don’t want to write a sonnet because

I don’t want to write a sonnet because,
I find it so hard to find words that rhyme,
I try and I try but I just get fuzz,
This really just is a waste of my time.

The words that for others seem to spill out,
Stay hidden from me I search but can’t find,
I used to have hope but now I just doubt,
That I’ll ever see-I’ll always be blind.

So why I still sit here I’ll never know,
The clock keeps ticking the day passes by,
But now I wonder to whom I do owe,
This sonnet that came so slick and so sly.

Try though I may I can’t seem to recall,
From where in my mind this sonnet did crawl.