Desperation
Seeking the unknown
And the mind
Drowning
In an untold frustration
Of a make believe world
That no longer believes
In itself or its kind.
Hopes extinguished
In fear of the unknown
Intrepidity
Was once a middle name
While your claim to fame
Ruined the fortress
Of innocent love
Peppered with serendipity
Twisted like a dried twig
Raining like dried leaves
Lifeless like a lady's wig
That had seen many an autumn
Now surrenders to a prosaic fall.
Desperation
Without a sense of purpose
Spreads its poison ivy
Into the blood stream
Kills softly
Without a trace of evidence
And all one would know
Or come to know is
She lost a losing battle
And was foolish enough to try
What fate had pre destined
To deny.
Desperation comes as resounding waves
Ebbs and flows by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Desperation -Without a sense of purpose-Spreads its poison ivy. Very truly said everything in this poem really. Nice job on sharing.