Despair
dark and
moldering
sharp and stabbing
pain intruding
never leaving
an ache that
stays
won’t ever depart
while we are separate
firmly apart
it grows with
neglect
feeds on despair
causes great havoc
by thoughts it impairs
optimism is
dashed
bright thoughts are dulled
happiness is possible
but the edges are dulled
slowly it
consumes
always gaining ground
nothing to stop it
not a thing to slow it down
if it is one
day stopped
cut free from its bed
a piece will remain always
waiting to again be fed
Dawnwind k’Shaya
March 29, 2002