DESPAIR

 

So much to do! No time! No time!

What is this we try to grasp?

Fleeting away, far away, leaving;

Leaving body stranded from soul.

No breath breaks the stillness,

No flutter moves the calm;

Waving without motion in one space,

Strong ripples falter in endless void.

Sounds scream in silence,

Heard but unheard;

Deafness reaches out,

Mute defiance resounds.

Depth without feeling,

Touch, lacking response,

Cold searing strength,

Draining all motion.

Passion lost;

Warmth cold;

Contact void;

Frenzy stopped;

None!

Gone!

Abandoned!

Alone!

 

Aug. 14th. 1986 © Will George.

Will George Poet

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