A Meeting With Despair Poem by Sana Ashher

It was a day when I had a meeting with Despair
Encountered with a series of events I could never share
I have been fighting all these years
With a constant flow of my tears
Every tear tells a story
About how I nearly lost all my glory
I try to rid myself of all the anguish
To turn a blind eye to all the thoughts and feelings, so squeamish
I wince when I reminiscence
I just cant help it the memories are so intense
I cant believe I was so ingenuous
Having perceived the risks, couldn't I have been a little incredulous
I had my prerogative
To be interrogative
Then why did I succumb
I could have fought
There was of course a lesson to be taught
Alas! What changes can now I make?
It is of course too little, too late