Lost Sonnet

Nothing was left, and all was drained,
Deafened with my own laments.
Certainty now failed and strained,
Dazed with the scene that brought me torments.

Yesterdays became remembrances,
Of a miscarried bond.
Life surely has these circumstances,
When love hides from the beyond.

The agony enveloped me,
Slaying my ever-fragile soul
My heart was ensnared, intensely,
Laid down the burning coals

Should I stay and continue to die?
Or just leave and eternally cry?