Despair.. Poem by Madrason .

One high heeled shoe on a blank carpet
in a total empty room
breathing an atmosphere of loneliness
a wet skirt draped on the way to bed
a soft sobbing drinking away a many tear
no comfort lies on the rugs
no time now for pleasantries
only a lady on her knees
fathoming, grasping, holding on
not to drown in gruesomeness
life's sharpest edges creeping in
as if it were a sin to love
and to reap life's flourishing
a basket full of missed fruits
on a mountain of despair, it fills the air. M