Silent Suffering (A Sonnet)

When I feel lonely in my sorrow’s cell,
As all the light around me fades to grey,
And still before me lies the nightly way,
With all the fearsome menace of a hell
That breathes a mournful doom through vapors fell;
When Silence folds her robe around my frame,
And, with extinguishment of ardour’s flame,
Declares herself my heart’s unwishful spell:
Then, through the winding corridors of thought,
I follow her soft footsteps to a dell
Whose solitary sight is rarely sought
By one who hasn’t heard his passion’s knell.
And, as I lie in her cold arms embraced,
The trails of my lost will are no more to be traced...