Despair

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Despair


There is the darkest river/ that flows inside of me/ none have ever plumbed the depths /or felt the hollow need /the hunger cavernous and cold /the pain and black despair/ the overwhelming emptiness /when my master is not there

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

intellaspy’s Poems (16)

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