Despair

Falling,
Not wondrous, fantasy-filled Wonderland type
But dark, hatred and grimy

Darkness,
Not the sort that precedes light
But an endless stretch of pitch black night

Wailing
Not of a mother giving birth or child
But of a soul pained and angry

Pain
Not the kind that medicine can solve
But constant, sad, sublime

Silence
Not awe, calm or meditation
But still, dullness, death.

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About Jade

artist, architect, lover of music and gadgets.....

10 comments

  1. loba

    You get me….this poem gets me….nice (y)

  2. wow. veeery nice short poem. Love it!

  3. finnyrolls

    cool
    not just in a funky, fly way;
    but also in a deep refreshing way

  4. ddLynnssundry

    Wow love this! Transition into each stanza is awesome. Love your work.

  5. lovely, you’re an amazing writer, able to sustain attention in so few words.

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