In Despondency

The gifts of life that fall for some in place -

the waterdrops and rays that some perceive,

which beams of friendship, love and purpose trace,

gifts that might rainbows of contentment weave -

 

they never did for me. Their paths I crossed

seldom – their colours glimpsing; to elope

with them I wished – from hours listless and lost -

but soon they vanished – taking with them hope.

in despondency poem by chris laverty

◄ The Children Of The Serpent

Emelie ►

Comments

Frances Macaulay Forde

Mon 16th Sep 2019 02:49

Sad but clever.
Thank you, Chris.

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