Sonnet II

Woe is me who cannot fight this agony.

Two months I've bore this pain in such disgrace

The unbearable torture I carry unwillingly

Iis but a mask over my expressionless face.

Through each and every day that comes and goes

I've made loneliness alone my friend for life

And boredom my master, people my foes

Familiar the two I worship in strife.

To scorn life's bitter company and cruel torment

Is to let them gnaw slowly at my stone-cold mind

Humbly, I plead for mercy, but none God sent

What hope is left in this world so unkind?

So there my sorrow-bitten tale thus ended

Will peace not come, my emptiness not mended?