Sonnet: Amidst Optimisim and Pessimism

Pessimism is a perplexive fine phase Wherein orb-adversity reign the days The darkest hours of the desperate gaze Those evade to every pervading rays. No option that he could, or can opt for For everything seems futile to adopt Where aspirations, stretched and left afar As to no hope & despair, he could co-opt. No desires can expect a ray of hope It’s here; where ones looks grow sober & griever Ak(in) the dark the vision strives severe The dim, dull, dark valley strikes sans a scope Optimism; the breath you take or inhale Whilst the other is the one you exhale.