Desperation Poem by Carl Roussell

Desperation



Not seeing anything
Has he been blinded?
Seeming to hear even less
Perhaps he is deaf
Stretching out with his hands
Finding nothing
Not even a wall
But that taste
A taste so foul
The bitterness on his tongue
And that smell
There's no mistaking it
- The smell of desperation

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Carl Roussell

Carl Roussell

Trenton, Ontario
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