Is All Well? Poem by Sophia White

Is all well? Is all well?
Why so silent rest the bells?
There is no one to tell,
As I sit, a shudder quell.

I wonder inward – is all right?
Whence came this sudden, silent night?
Better it is, to fume and fight,
Anything but an icy spite.

Was it me? What did I say?
Answers falter and delay.
All is well, I hope, I pray,
The world is just not right today.

How now? Bitter flow the hours,
As heavens high threaten showers,
Absence grows long and dour,
Worse an empty stare than glower.

Twisting knots so deep inside –
I can no longer anguish hide.
I loathe this endless, falling ride,
And wonder at presumptuous pride.