15.21 sonet

it's not ok
it will getting worse since  ,
all the conditions were chaotic
it just wrong  , yet delicate
how should i
how could i
will is just a will
rose is just about to be bloom
yet , i soon vanished 
trembling ,mocking
mad , going nowhere
how  could i carry
how could i erase
this, something inside
my will is just a will
my rose is just about to vanish