Hopelessness
sadnessgrief
depression
you can use those words to describe
my feelings right now
but all I can think of
is Hopelessness
Hopelessness
sadnessA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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