In the daylight I sit–tis dark as night
Not void of sun as one might think.
Emotions cloud every thought and sight,
Depressions hole I claw and sink.
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Sadness without good cause inflicts;
Caped in black to draw out life.
Pain…such pain this joyless fix
Cuts like a razor–damn bloody knife.
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Out of the blue this Satan creeps,
Slinking slowly to fill my head.
Of little comfort is nightly sleep
At times a prayer be better dead.
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All is not lost for this too shall pass
Though certain that this time will not be the last.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
I wish I had some comfort to offer–my cask is dry.
Oh that’s okay, I will be fine, but thank you anyway and sorry for responding so late my friend. :)
Oh yes a beautiful sonnet – sigh!
Thank you Jeremy and please accept my apologies for the late reply. :)
I am very sorry, Dom. Yes, this too shall pass. Stay tough! :)
Absolutely I will, I don’t let things get me down for long. :)