Melancholy Sonnet
Poem (Canso):
How grim and bleak the passing time does feel
When God Himself has turned His back on me.
This sunless day, the blackened stars reveal
An oft-forsaken child on bended knee.
Consumed once by an ever-burning fire,
Now reduced to a sorry mound of ash.
That burning flame I once did call Desire,
That once fueled hope but now may flay and lash.
Young optimism turns too soon to grief,
For sins and bitterness on youth do feed.
The restless minds harbor great disbelief
And on that path to death they soon do lead.
To melancholy, this shell I become –
In this truth, this grief I do succumb.