Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Loneliest Sonnet

I wrote it in a drunken time,

Grief stricken in my heart and soul.

The sonnet flowed in metered rhyme,

Each word in sorrow of the whole.

It was about loss of my love

Who died the day we were to wed.

I wrote my rhyme to God above

Let me join my love with the dead.

Instead I was condemned to live,

To write of lonely misery,

To write that I would not forgive

God for taking my love from me.

My written sonnet dried in ink,

Lonely me continued to drink.