Flames Of Desperation Poem by Laura arwen

The desperation is
always lurking
The desperation is
always alive
My desperation is
too big that
I can't describe
it
They are inside
me because I'm
able contain them
The desperation is
always a deep
and obscure feeling
There is much
despair in me
because I still
cannot find
my place in
the world
The desperation haunts
me and I
hope you also
face after death
It is so
dirty and sinful
to have them
For desperation will
do horrible things
It is my
silent condemnation
Sometimes the desperation
makes you abuse
Something to ease
all the pains
It's obvious consider
them improvements to
personal growth
With these flames
I forget the
imagination and the
ability to create
unique masterpiece
They make me
a totally and
blessed stranger
They are good
to consciences to
be transparent
I can't control
them