I wonder now what gives your journey hope
When you have cast aside your love from youth.
Does it not leave you lost, alone? You grope
For what you once held fast as solid truth.
You stand instead on that which soothes the mass--
Humanity so loves what makes it pant
In pleasure which is pain before it's passed;
You gave it all for this? Here you recant
And beg for mercy, lost, alone, afraid.
Yet your repentance smacks of cold defense
When you've no other recourse. Had you stayed
The love you had, and have, with sweet suspense
Would wait for you, hear every cry you uttered,
And even now it loves the heart you shuttered.
postscript
This love doesn't leave us even when we leave it. If only we wouldn't let ourselves become so calloused. Matthew 23:37 Day 14 of the May Sonnet Challenge. Finis! It was a fun challenge. I encourage you to take the challenge, even if you do so in July. This last one was the traditional Shakespearean.