A Sonnet Of Discontentment To Uninvited Blessings

"A Sonnet Of Discontentment To Uninvited Blessings"

Speaking as a man confidently assured that he holds in his possession what others regard as physical beauty,
I once upon a time, a less humble man, surely wreaked with a stench that reached to heaven high.
Heartless and foul, on selfish prowl, seeking only to sate my appetite for pleasure from any glorious measure I ran awry,
Thus I can boldly assert in confident claims that an outermost appearance is void of expressing ones innermost being truly.

Likely one of the most saddening facets of humanity is the exaltion of what embodies attraction,
this folly of measure in which society takes pleasure surely holds us as a whole down like gravity.
For surely our shallowness leads to the scattering of fragmented hearts that remain a consequence subject to this pinnacle of depravity,
thankfully I, having been slapped by misfortunate and forced to examine the self and proportion things important gleaned in part how to preform inner beauties extraction.

A women of virtue to me is a jewel amidst a thousand idiotic and gorgeous naive'.
Yet somehow in irony types like this fly to me while my inner beauty passes by the virtuous without a wave.

How life passively allows such tradgedies to exist I often question in deep wonder,
not to bath in my own pessimism do I allow myself to seek in perpetuism to empathe of the divine.
For this and many more things that so implore me to abhor the manner in which I find life to unwind,
how nastily and seemingly wratchety this design I find myself forced to reap under.

Find me three years prior and ask of that man his thoughts on life and he'd exclaim in jubilee,
how much enjoyment he found while pride surely would resound in his exclimants of satisfaction.
Such a tiny stint in time has so entirely refined my soul yet how could I loathe even if it were birthed through tragic reaction,
for in proportion to my growing goodness through trial grows the lonely happiness denial that both astounds and confounds congeuently.

Begrudgingly I conclude that the sufferings have to be worth the reward.
Disgruntledly I strive to stay aloof to the mutterings of those who having not traveled the firth of pain I find discord.