Despair

Hungry echo of fear,

Dormant whisper in blood

Chews away at threads,

In the fabric of time.

 

Gnawing at the soul,

As life seeps from flesh

Convulsions numb love,

Wounded body fading.

 

Into the night,

Into darkness

As passion grips a mind,

Holding onto a dream.

 

But as answers disappear,

Hope morphs to disbelief

And pleasurable pain,

Becomes enduring despair.

 

Image: Edvard Munch, The Day After

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Entrepreneur, earth warrior, storyteller and lawyer, with a mission to promote ways of living more harmoniously with nature and with each other.

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