Not yet but close to a "sonnet"

He had it with him,slow perch incore by the silence crowd announced.
whoote the sound of fight,fought to repend no more scattered.
Not pain just a lesson portials awaken/arise like day light is no longer...
Loud noise from the bushes that beast hasnt laid its head down,mouning such survival.
Waiting...time runs like a fly buzzes for freedom that an escape,
Darkness dawn,still rise bittererd like a wild bull in a struggle.
Not many but few,how unfair yet patiency rages like haunted flames.But that leaves me with no choice i wait again.