Sonnet of Solitude

I poured my entire soul into a song
Much like the heart of a passionate lover;
But now the tune sounds too frail,
As I’d begun to figure out his devilish desire.

The key-notes then put my sentiments to test,
I wondered why they doin’ this to me,
But I ain’t givin’ up on my lyrics and tunes,
As I prepared myself that the worse was yet for me to see.

With days multiplying and words the same,
I heard my song rehearse without end;
For he was my inspiration in my every line
My sonnet, my audience, my friend.

I wrote each stanza in his sight
And I imagined him in every word;
For if I were on my own to sing n write,
I doubt I’d ever step into this world.

Until the day I absorbed his absence
And words just went astray;
It was a first for my song
To go pale, and rhythmless gray.

For months my song was put to rest
And my mind & heart to debate;
I got some answers, harsh and new,
And some that I still await.

But on a rainy afternoon, I saw the clouds collide,
And I realized the sky doesn't for long stay blued;
Just why I won’t let my loneliness cloud me,
Now, I’ll flow with my Sonnet of Solitude.