The shutting door locked silence in the room

As love bid me adieu forever more.

Incarcerated shadows stoked the gloom

While wracking pain spilled tears upon the floor;

Sore sullen eyes now stinging red-rimmed dry

And lips now swollen, bitter-brined with salt,

Lamented with stark breast quaked mournful sighs

To damn my soul to depths no hope could vault.

Anguished musings now fevered in morass;

A moan-tormented candle seared the night

Flashing grim despair from panes of glass

To frame a wretched scene of tortured blight;

Crazed countenance of agony and woe—

Dire eyes aghast—how could God make it so?