Sonnet Searing

Until now I'd lost all hope in reason

Blankets of disaster tighten the rope

Swift is the pain, happiness is treason

The darkest valleys have the smoothest slope

Something steals time, I find myself shortchanged

Within the trade minutes steal miles unseen

I see that fate surely became deranged

Leaving me to know that I'm still unclean

Darkness becomes ideal from depths below

Twisting twirling compensating the lie

Hope in more than myself lets loose the crow

Winged beast hungry for souls will not comply

Although fallen heroes cancel decay

I find strength in being risen from pain