Despair
When hope absconds, with will of one's own heart,
And sleep becomes a stranger to the eyes,
Discouragement precludes any new start,
At love that, sometimes, lacking reason, dies;
As misty air dampens each passing day,
The bubbling spring water, can taste like brine,
No more rainbows showing on skies so grey,
As gourmands fail to lure this soul to dine;
But how could love, or lack thereof, undo
What mind perceives, and what the senses feel,
Are books we've read in our dear schools untrue,
And our psyche, just make-ups we can peel?
........What's this thing, despair, that exerts its hold,
........On hearts and minds, to always act as told?
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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