The Weight of his World

He wears the weight of the world on his back,
Walking in darkness beneath leaden skies.
Fond memories flicker, then fade to black.
Reflections dim in his deep sunken eyes
That show remorse; though he has no regrets.
Through all he has been, situations past,
He could not justify circumstance yet,
And turned from all that he wanted to last.
Searching for happiness led him to find
The only answer he just could not bare:
In forging his path, he got left behind,
Stumbling on words that could get him nowhere.

His was a love to conquer almost all,
A heart so heavy just waiting to fall.

I wrote this for a university writing class and haven't got a clue what it's about now. I was obviously deeply troubled at the time! But then I remember that everyone else's poem in the class seemed to come out really depressing. We put it down to it being winter.

This poem is in the form of a traditional sonnet: 10 syllables to each line, with a 1,2,1,2, 3,4,3,4 etc rhyming scheme and a rhyming couplet at the end.

See, I learnt something at uni. Don't know what that's got to do with a graphic design degree though!