Haunted by a deepening gloom the heart aches,
Brooding the birth and death of an austere sun.
And of earth’s perpetual truth that yearly wakes.
Painting the lily black I stare into adulterate eyes,
Mourn as all around the foliage withers and dies.
Bearing weight of disdain, unremembered skies.
Then hate me, as sprawling roots below the dirt
For I am the emptiness that resides in your cup.
Tell me can you sense the pain beyond the hurt?
Painting the lily black, with thoughts of the past
I chased solace, raged and cried out to the night
Wonder, who gives answers to questions asked?
Overhead, the moon rose upon nebulous lakes
Haunted by a deepening gloom the heart aches.
Photo credits: HD Wallpapers
Form: Terza Rima Sonnet
Posted for ‘Sunday Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads
and posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United