Flickering Faith (sonnet)

Every day feels like a million long years,
And sleep runs away from me in the night.
I wish I could cry, but can't find the tears.
I'm weary from war and fresh out of fight.
My bones throb, my heart aches, and my soul groans.
I'm sick and tired of being such a blob.
Maybe he was right -- when we were alone
He said I'd always be a lazy slob.
My will power is all but depleted,
My faith flickers like an old candle lamp.
Don't want to admit that I'm defeated,
But I can't rally the soldiers from camp.
The gen'ral doesn't seem to have a plan,
And it seems all the troops turned tail and ran.

A Swing and a Miss (sonnet)

I'm up to bat, the bottom of the ninth,
Our team has now fallen so far behind.
I tap my shoes, and step up to the line,
Aware the responsibility's mine.
I wait for the pitch, swing with all my might,
And get nothing but a whiff of hot air.
I regroup, regrip, and retake my stance,
Stare down the pitcher with an icy glare,
Waiting for a fast ball; give me a chance. 
I look to the outfield and choose my spot,
Ready my bat for the oncoming ball,
Hoping for something hittable; it's not,
It's a curve, and I can't connect at all.
Just when I thought I knew what life's about,
A swing and a miss, and I've just struck out. 

Catch Twenty Two (sonnet)

Catch twenty two, that's the way it will be.
No win situation; deadlines I can't meet.
If I succeed, I fail miserably,
Nowhere solid for me to place my feet.
A temporary place that I call home,
But nothing to really count on to stay.
No one to rely on, I feel so alone,
Despite what all the professionals say.
A friend or two do give encouragement,
But they cannot change the course of my path.
A blessing or two that are heaven sent,
But no solutions that are holding fast.
Do I dare believe miracles exist?
Am I damned to always wond'ring like this?