Sonnet XXXXVIIII-50 is Next, Look up the Roman Numeral

The East Coast gets these four day rainstorms;

The wind churns a circular motion.

All I want is a book and tea that warms,

And leave the clouds to war with the ocean.

I sit amid clutter and unread books,

I think I still hope daydreams will come true.

I know I’ve lost my figure and my looks,

Use of the word “I” so much makes me blue.

Always thought myself above normal life

But all I got was lots of crazy men.

And lost the chance to be a Mom and wife,

There is no way to do it yet again.

My goals are now to clean this apartment up,

And leave me better rhymes than “cup” and “pup”.