Poetry: Despair

Poetry: Despair

by Liam

How often now have I stamped my forehead to the wall

Eyes swollen wet and red

Hands bunched till the knuckles bled

So often now

So often I fall

Not wanting to recall, the shame, my pain the punishment of it all.

In weeping stumble to my knees

Pray, yet all I say, choke out is

Why why why

In despair

In panic

In pain

Nothing nothing nothing

Is the same

Again

My heart breaks

It’s in these cracks,

It’s in the crumbling debris of deceit, of letting go

It happened, it appeared

It flashed alive out of the dark

A beautiful tiny living spark.