Desolation of Loss

Its been more than a month i presume since i last posted... amidst the chaos of examinations and the lure of slumber ... the blog was left alone for a lonely walk.
This one is a sonnet.
College life has brought forth a variety i had never seen before... most pronounced being the variety of natures people can possess. The friendly and the indiffernt, the boasting and the lowly, the smart and the "not so smart", the lovable and the backstabber. The canon can go on and on ... but then have to mention, the last one of them all is one which spears you the most.
Dedicated to myself ... lying in the thought of a friend who was not one..!

In the desolation of a solitary loss,
Past glories I see;
Cloaked under murky green moss,
Its a distant wrench I hear,
From the depths of my inward self,
Chained yelling, in voices gross.
In its deep trenches,
I have found none but myself,
A friend that does not lie,
Wiping the tears of my lonesome cry.
The souls of mere mortals,
Look down from their triumphant height
Indifference they met out,
At a companion’s painful plight.