A Feeble Attempt at a Sonnet

Oh what thou art hath seen with eyes so pure

And words hath spoken loud for all to hear

Wilt not thy heart and lonesome path endure

Wipe away all doubt, banish all thy fear

Alone, alas, thy spirit wonders nigh

Among the mass of people, ghosts of friends

True blue acquaintances with thee ally

In search of the peace that comes with amends

But peace shall not be your fate in this life

Abandon your grief from innocence lost

Release it, revoke it, avoid all strife

Find contentment inside, avoid the cost

So long as you live, so long as you breathe

Allow not your grief to ensnare and enwreathe