Despair is in the air,
not like you care,
but it's something we all share.
An evil repair of millionaires,
has ensnared and scared the fair everywhere,
into affairs no one can bare.
Hope and despair are such a pair,
both trying to impair and ensnare,
to tear the other into something rare,
sending them to a lair where no one can stare.
Can you spare a prayer?
For I swear if you dare you'll make a flare of hope,
compared to making someone mope with despair.
Though beware, for in the end it's declared,
despair will be the last thing felt,
at the end of this nightmare.
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Personal Poem List
PoetryThis will be where I write my poems from here on out. I do not have a specific agenda for releasing them, nor do I intend to publish them. This is just a document where I can place my thoughts down in the art of poetry. All of this is original work...
