Sonnet: a Poignant Verse

It's all the way in the ignorant dark I have my small steps put forth in my stride As some light visible beyond blinds arc Favoring the fear of strife, lest I hide As many a mind have asked me to cease For I leave them mine defiant deaf hear To carve my concepts yet nothing to freeze Mine spirits arousal lest I do fear. Who knew when; what exactly excites me… What agonizes …what inspires truly? If ever I know, I would have conveyed thee… For I dwell in doubt … I swear solemnly. You''d have tried your hand on a poignant verse If you have known what lie in thine deep tears.