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Despair, I Despair

Updated on September 30, 2015

Quiet Despiration

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shackled

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The game is over

I give up

Ready to die

I align

With soil and sky

I excuse

All but me.

Trapped.

Can not go on.

Shackled.

Tired.

Worn.

Done.

I am done

With effort.

Done.

I am done

With grief.

Done.

I am done

With anguish.

“God damn, where are you?”

“God damn, where are YOU?”

“Right here, goofball”

In his eyes.

In her smile.

Wagging tail

Beagle mind

Alone.

Nope!

Despair.

Nope!

Healing.

Yup.

When?

Dark, Empty, Black Hole Despair

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    • manatita44 profile image

      manatita44 19 months ago from london

      Despair indeed! Interesting poem.

    • Abundant old soul profile image
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      Abundant old soul 19 months ago from united states

      Thank you for this.

      I hate the dis ease of depression, I am glad to be able to feel deeply.

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