<p>Alright this is one of the few forums I look at. The thing is I need to complete this sonnet by today. It freaking sucks - I know. I just started writing, and my lame excuse for it is that it is all a dream. I would appreciate if you could help me with the rhythm especially.</p>
<p>The Science of Sleep</p>
<p>The Strange science of sleep, so very dreary
With the mountains there, like winter white
The canyons peaks aware, with me in sight
The silence creeping, theres Bobby near
He loses balance, falling slowly where
The dungeons capture souls, hes trapped in night
He eats soft lemons, bird in a room tight
Says writing, the light comes in the lobby
The bird is not near here or there, at last
Dungeons also disappear, in here now
Bobby is not in here, he disappears
I see the sky, Im feeling aghast
Paintings I see around me, my eyebrows
Are aghast, I am indeed back Oh! here</p>