Sonnet 012

When, sheathed within this prison, my heart cries
Aloud, “My God, how long must suff’ring last?” —
When spirit fire fades and embers die
I find my focus yearning for the past.
But there, amidst the memories of youth
I find no peace, no place to hide my cares —
Just shadows of the shadows of the truth
That filled my life with empty promises.
And then, with soul still left unsatisfied
I venture on, forever searching for
An answer that, within, my heart can hide
Without a constant longing for the door.
How foolishly I searched throughout the land
For that, which found, lies only in God’s hand.