Sonnet: For three and eighty days have come to pass

For three and eighty days have come to pass,
Alas the time has yet to dull my pain.
Beyond the lense inside the looking glass,
I peer into our future, but in vain.

In summer’s sun you once told me to rise
Above my gloom and learn to live my life.
At autumn’s end you still have me surprised
By your undying tears and hurt, still rife.

What floats for me to keep my head above
The drowning sense of sadness and remorse
That drains with every tear of ache and love
You shed for him. You left me no recourse.

I long to smile and shake the grasp of glum.
Help me, cheer up and rise up from the slum.
 

October 13 2009