Anger

This day that I lie helpless on the ground 
With these eyes searching the inviting sky 
But my dear soul to this ground is bound 
Nevertheless my soul remains a free spy 
Of the one superior He who looks over them; 
The beings I do so respect and ones I drear 
Even with the ones I lonely loved then; 
Who used to my heart, be very much dear 
They looked at me in despair and in pain 
As I started the powerful melodious hum 
And leapt on my toes to praise and drench in rain 
With my song that began mostly with a mum 
That we praise in the times of trying acts 
And we shout when the tries get bigger pants. 
 
 
 
 
I m learningsonnet, all critics are welcome about the form and the overal poem.

The power of praise!