In depths of darkness the soul stands alone
Where loneliness is the only true friend
The friendless feelings of despair bemoan
Yet moaning brings no answers in the end.
The endless nights of thinking through the tears
Undried tears that echo the deepest fears
Yet fearless the soul must become to know
The knowledge of truth that lets the pain go.
And in that going disperse nights of gloom
The gloominess that held on for too long
Too long denying the poet’s song
Yet he sings to defeat the sense of doom
For doom, it is but the mind’s darkest view
The view changes in the light that is true.
© JG Farmer 2014
Form: Wreathed Pushkin’s Sonnet