They Said It Was Despair

A collection of poetry that focuses on the despair and resentment toward the world's corruptions and desecration at large.


6. Flurried




marked by confusion or agitation.   The world is ablaze Engulfed in a fiery red The meadow And Spring Have not reached me - Yet. Running for the light, My world heaves And I Tumble - it is a Long Fall, but on instinct I rise, Sprinting; a-mad-dash for My only redeeming light I trip        tumble                   slip But I fly Fly towards My only redeeming light Before the abyss of a night comes And love is sung to sleep A little child lost innocence As maturity took its place.  
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