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Despair
How certain is the mind that knows despair
The certainty of emptiness lies there
The silent whispers in the nights abyss
Make tiresome hours the longing for a kiss
When living mocks life's need to love
A pointless fist the hand which seeks the glove
How alien the faces in the street
The tasteless tongues whose bitterness rings sweet
Their empty eyes with sheeplike stare
Entreating those of conscience to despair
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Comment by: Falling - 2007-11-10 12:52
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| Dispair is real and you captured the feeling in your work. Most have to write a three page story, but you did a great job in capturing in a few words, to impact with precise wording. I can tell you have written on a professional level. You also have an interesting bio. Your writing shows the soul within, that makes your words sing. |
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Comment by: roy - 2007-04-07 14:35
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Hah! you got it Swayne, to a tea. Those lonely night feelings. How well this poem is writtem, i love it! Flows, easy to read and good message.
Thanks for the read.
Roy |
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Comment by: - 2006-07-16 05:50
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| Great! Now, I am desperate and in need of a kiss (and a whole lot more, for that matter). Great work! |
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