In that moment when hope
screams hollow, lost for all
time, falling down into a
darkness which cannot be

imagined, and yet which is
always feared; hidden from
sight, but not thought; that
is when despair pegs itself

to the line of consciousness,
held in place, at the mercy
of the winds, and blazing
sun, for what seems eternity.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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1 Response to Despair

  1. Waltermarks says:

    Sounds like a dark place Ross. Sometimes I guess you just have to hope against hope. I know it can seem a long way out. I hope it picks up for you soon. Thanks for dropping by to share.

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