A Curious One

something on despair

Despair is a curious one, 
As it rises up and eclipses the sun. 

Often I wonder how to see through the veil 
That shrouds my eyes as senses fail. 

Often as I think and often as I wish, 
There is little left in me to fight off this. 

The days pass on with skies so bleak; 
I'm forced to admit that I am weak. 

So in an existence all clouded and grey, 
I often see death as the only way. 

Not the stuff of heroes or legends of old, 
But rather a coward's tale never retold. 

And even in my despairing state, 
I'm happy to accept this as my fate. 

Remember me not for the person I've been, 
For even the strongest can't always win

Author's Note

I've been gripped by this catastrophic despair lately, proportionally and circumstantially. I guess this was an attempt to understand it...

Reviews

[Empty Spaces]

i like this new perception of death, very interesting leaves me wanting more :)

[Dr Ayaz chandio]

you have put it as it is...and it's a hard fact sometimes dear..

[Siren]

Thank you for your words; I appreciate them.