Sonnet

When the glorious day vanishes into the night
When the stars and moon bid thee good evening
I sit forsaken and frozen with fright
From a thought that I can’t perceive its meaning

For I have found, myself to be acceptable
Yet now I fear my sweet life has run its course
As no person has deemed me suitable
They are now compelled to remove me by force

I have tried to drive these bleak thoughts away
Sleep, medicine and liquor have aided
But still into my mind they continue to stray
My mind is befuddled and heavily laded

I lay in my bed next to the lonesome light
Wishing, praying that the day deceives the night