Lonely
Alas, the sorrows sown upon this soul.
Have met the depths of grief; I cry alone.
Misfortune, friend of fate, has placed her dole.
For death has taught that joy is just a loan.
I think be times of days when you were here.
For never was a heart so full as mine.
As jubilation of sweet love drew near.
And on this lonely heart your sweetness shined.
Oh, emptiness that wrestles fallen dreams,
All hope is lost; I have no love to give.
Your death now dealt, the worst of Satan’s schemes.
Regret I now, for I am left to live.
God, take my pain and open Heaven’s door.
That I may stay near my love evermore.
Copyright January 22, 2014
By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Shakespearian Sonnet
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: LONELINESS
Sponsor: FRANK H.
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