Sonnet

Should loneliness multiply and become contagious sorrows

A companion’s concern for the condition is difficult to keep

No friends abound, no friend of calm tomorrows

Then blackness so real is swelling to its peak

What of the genesis of this mudding, insidious bile?

That holds its captive totally within, tighter than rock's shale

So apparent is this, all the cast of this never-ending trial

In the demise of confidence, the person enters as a faint wail.

‘Tis difficult to hold at the peak, these undulating moods

So difficult that escape is easier than creating a secure quilt

Of fortitude, hope and myopia through dense woods

The spirit so vulnerable becomes the spirit that wilts.

 On occasion the victim is possessed in an ambient stare

 For what it's worth meditation may arrest the despair.