Disillusioned
I drink at the pond of Despair
Poe drank in
the water salty tears
the horror of the morning unrelieved by the succor of sleep
renewed by the horror of the morning
despair that clutched you by the edge of your throat
despair never-ending ...ending is disassociation
to be relived by the horror of reality
despair and reality intertwined like two Siamese twins in an eternal loop
the despair of a mother with an eternally sick child
the despair of loss and life and life and loss
the despair of failing dreams
gilded cages
the despair of a withered life, of the perpetually forsaken
perpetually ill-treated
the despair of the Silent God.
Fate and Faith to accept the pain of life
is to live in pain and the sole recourse to a life of tears
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