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.