In the Shadows
(Number Two of a Trilogy of Sonnets)
I feel again the way the man must feel
who spends his life outside his life, it seems,
reflecting lonely hours that pass unreal
and finding bits of happiness in dreams.
He searches for the soul that he misplaced,
but stands before the same abandoned well,
a tearing, muddled fool he stands disgraced
with no rich story lived that he could tell.
I need a Truer Wisdom guiding me
than my poor mind concedes me in this time;
but there is no one near to hear my plea,
so I must struggle with this useless rhyme.
I sit alone too numb to show my tears
while lonely minutes turn to saddened years.