Sonnet No. 2

I am trapped in this endlessness
Falling constantly without succor
I fall headlong into emptiness
The length robbing me of furor

In this darkness so long I think
When shall I be free?
How do I return to the brink?
For now this cannot be

Yet still I fall into the dark
These thoughts my only companion
So cold, so lonely, so stark
The feeling of the abandoned

But hope remains strong in me
I look to the skies one more time
And it is incandescent light I see
Hope emcompassed in this rhyme

I will be free one day
Whatever the gods may say