Loneliest Sonnet Poem by Ima Ryma

I wrote it in a drunken time,
Grief stricken in my heart and soul.
The sonnet flowed in metered rhyme,
Each word in sorrow of the whole.
It was about loss of my love,
Who died the day we were to wed.
I wrote my rhyme to God above,
Let me join my love with the dead.
Instead I was condemned to live,
To write of lonely misery,
To write that I would not forgive
God for taking my love from me.

My written sonnet dried in ink,
Lonely me continued to drink.