Treasure Island

Not Long Left

(17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

Oh the despair


oh the despair now that all hope is gone,
and the white doves have been silenced mid song.
the terrible whisperings of bleakness,
in full flowing despair, the room now dark where once it shone

all images of interest now seen through the eyes of a dog
the rainbows of inspriation discoulured by the all consuming fog,
every nerve every sinew every passage of thought,
blocked like that of a traffic jam in a tunnel,
the light of hope falllig then fading,
the still of the room vibrating inside me

it came from where, this despair,
waiting in its black hole ready to tear limb from limb,
there i sat shivering in the cold waters of the sea of misery,
even the fresh flowers on the farm house table,
drooped under the gaze of my hazy hollow eyes

who robbed me, why choose me what was so special about my plans
they was simple and un-affecting to all but me
so upon my bed i lay as the last of my spirit drips away
the uneasiness of the night has crept into the day
oh the despair now that all hope is gone,
the white doves silenced mid song,
in lost souls lobby is where i now belong,
the crows now cackle,
long into the heavy night

Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2005
Edited: Friday, December 23, 2005

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  • Daniel Partlow (1/10/2008 5:23:00 PM)

    Your spirit is vexed and full of despair.
    This may lift it: http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunrise-on-the-mount/
    It always works for me.
    Remember, there is only one thing we truly need. Cheers. Dan (Report) Reply

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