What has arisen that keeps me at bay

A Spenserian sonnet on social isolation

What has arisen that keeps me at bay
To let the words rise from out of my mind,
With a fear to face in the light of day,
Through glass coated lies and echoes that blind?
My love of the dark is hiding behind
A lighted hallway that leads through the crowd,
And if my voyage does leave me confined
I’ll float off the earth and enter a cloud.
With rose haired maiden to call out aloud,
So my name might ring in caves down below,
I rise to the heights that breakthrough the shroud
With knowledge of love to keep me in tow.
So here I lay, so heavy in the sky
With no means to live, but none more to die.