Dispair Poem by Frank Avon
Dispair
For hours and hours
I still stare
out my window,
my eyes sightless
my mind void
nothing there
I sit and sit
and wait and wait
my coffee cold
my arms folded
my fingers spread
on my chest
nothing else
to
say
Monday, April 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt
18 April 2017
Those who can understand that depth despair, yet still go on, are few and special
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4/25/2024 11:01:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Reading this one, Frank, I notice and appreciate your use of simple words and brevity. I have a poem (which I can’t find in PH right now) where I too cup in my hands a mug of coffee, early in the morning, and close with “sometimes dawn comes too early.” -Glen