I have been one acquainted with the night.
I kissed and told, smoked and inhaled, and slept
With dogs and scorned the blinding, burning light.
I felt the darkness as it slowly crept
In cold and ice upon me until dawn.
I reveled in the company I kept.
In streets of satin, whence the night had gone
I loved the shadows, kissed them on the ground
(Emptied, sick to know how you looked on)
I felt the hollow pleasure til I drowned.
It cast me up on shores of desperate need,
Prodigal, and longing to be found.
You hurt to know I relished in decay
Where once I'd been acquainted with the day.
postscript
Matthew 15:11-32. I was so inspired by Robert Frost's "Acquainted with the Night" that I wanted to write a sonnet much like it, with more of a note of hope in the end. His is better. He IS Robert Frost, after all. Go read it. The only similarity to his work in this, however, is the first line, and the form: this is a Terza Rima sonnet done for day three of the May Sonnet Challenge: