10 Dec 2016 – Sonnet

Has loneliness become our steady state?
For solitaries, standing protocol?
Communal souls denied their feast by fate,
no kindred spirits found, a cup of gall
to mock them every time they take the bait
of ‘fellowship’ so called. Each time, a school
to teach them, yet again, they’ll never sate
the hunger of their souls on Earth. A cruel
desire torments such, no home is found.
Men offer yokes and hope they can convince
the gullible to pull their ploughs. Once bound,
they find it costs too much to jump that fence.
Alone. What other choices do we have?
We itch, and only Heaven holds our salve.