Sonnet by One
How lonely doth it seem here by myself.
No one to care or ask how I am hurt.
Now I of troubled mind and wanning health
Ask for someone to lift me from the dirt.
My eyes are sick from searching, dying hope;
Poor knees are sore from praying long and hard.
My heart does break, no way for me to cope.
Outlook for life now twisted, dark, and marred.
Though friends pretend to know what bothers me,
No one realizes how their "comfort" pains.
Not one who knows, they cannot truly see,
And now my light does fade and darkness reigns.
This soul cannot face one more day anew,
Without someone who cares, both whole and true.
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