Chastened

A sonnet I wrote a while ago

 Oh, this feeling i have felt too Oft!

Their empty words ring in my ears

I stand before them holding tears

The ground on which i stand is soft

A wounded bleeting in hard words coughed

Their clutching hands cool me to fear

The darkened pitch burns and sears

How I long for the light in heaven's Loft.

 

How this feeling that crushes the will

Snuffs out the stream of light above me

I search for the flint of life until

The light of heaven can set me free

Then my heart that bright light shall fill

And out of the dark, i finally see.