Sonnet # 1 (experimental)

Beset with grief and gloomy countenance
I alone forsake dreams of yonder.
Why oh why my heart pierced with a lance?
Ignominious grief, I wish I were younger!
Diminished are those days of purity
Seeing only goodness and that of happiness,
How this soul longs to end that enmity
To finally be with the master's caress. 
But not yet! yes, not yet O weary entity
Sojourn in this wretched world still not over!
Further galoshes still to be pondered.
Yet do not at one instance do waver
In him alone you will be accompanied.
Promise of milk and honey is yours o dear.


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