A Darkened Love

His love became a darkened love--a vicious fight.
A spike of silver poised above a fragile vein;                                        
The poison promising relief from bitter pain.                                        
He only longed for it to clear his shadowed sight.                                        

And then he needed more and more to banish night;                              
Obsessions fed on weaknesses in heart and brain;                              
His love became a darkened love--a vicious fight.                                        
A spike of silver poised above a fragile vein.                                        

His family tried hard to guide him back to light                                        
But they felt helpless. Soon they buckled under strain;                              
How could they help a man who'd clearly gone insane?                              
They let him be; they couldn't understand his plight.
His love became a darkened love--he lost the fight.






An explanation of the form can be found here: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/rondel.html

Mine isn't a true Rondel as I modified the last line.