Despair, In A Dark Corner Poem by james watkin

Despair, In A Dark Corner



Enfolded, more and more tightly.
Boxed up, for a past use
Of compound abuse.
In a vain attempt to hide
From the world, its distrust.
With it, its disgust.

Thoughts' hysterics, a ball of twine
About to unravel
Out from it; pell-mell.
A random incoherence!
A screechy, sobby mess
Futile to suppress.

Wednesday, August 31, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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