The Tastes Of Despair Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

The Tastes Of Despair

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Have you ever met with the guy called Despair,
Who loosens all the sustaining screws of hope,
Crucifies the fabric of your will, leaving you choking:
that darling spawn of a traumatised and ransacked heart?
I have!
In a nightly fit of intense fury, the sea
swept my child and my home away,
and shattered my boat on the coastline rocks,
all in one heartless swoop.
And despair set home in my life: like a cobweb,
A debilitating invasion,
Like life suddenly gets seized in loose mud,
Sinking, sinking, sinking!
When the strength of the mind suddenly collapses, grooving into the shifting sand,
Disorientated, disillusioned and choked.
No place to rest the head at night!
No evening mending of the nets and lobster pots,
Or evening bash at the local Chinese shop;
Nothing, only the anguish of a shattered wife’s face,
and the morbid stare of starvation.
My boat was my wealth, turned into flotsams.
It was nice to hear friends’ encouragements:
Everything was going to be all right.
Still, a prisoner to that dismantling feeling of void,
At night fall, no child’s babbling laughter;
No wife standing on the front door to hail my return;
Her overshadowed face, her unfathomable silence,
And her unceasing whimpers, like a distressed moon
wrapped into a skein of thunder clouds!
Except for my own emptiness, I had nothing to give her.
Life is a mystery; I wonder what lies at the back of it,
ready to bring down the darling little sand towers of happiness
we manage to assemble together.
But for those who have seen despair, face to face
And survived; whose minds, bodies and souls have been fragmented,
their names are for ever carved on the plaques of life,
deep and indelible:
Them life hails as heroes, for they never give up

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 30 July 2013

A great poem, like it, a great write.

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