Longing to Despair

Known is a turbid affair

when the mind vows to behold

what a heart cannot declare

Little of sorrows compare

to a heart deprived of love

a heart unable to care

One cherished with glory so rare

yet poisoned with indifference

breaks another beyond repair

And the brain refuses to bare

that lacking within a soul

of one so pure and fair

And time and again I swear

that few deserve pity as

a heart that longs to despair.