DESPAIRE
DESPAIRE
As I sank into the black hole
I can feel it pulling my soul
Consuming my whole world
Never have I felt this numb
Can’t recover from this shock
A rude and painful awakening call
Gone too young
All hopes and dreams foregone
A consummation of my woes
Trying to get out of this limbo
Though the alternative is worst
I longed to come back home
With Love
Hadiza Bagudu
04/06/08
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| THE CAT AND THE MOUSE GAME | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
| IMAGINE | 1 | 09/20/2009 |
| ONCE UPON A STAR | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| DESPAIRE | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| DAYS GONE BYE | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| MR. JOHNS | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| SHOW DOWN | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| IN THE MIND OF A POET | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| BEAUTIFULL | 0 | 04/17/2009 |
| A NIGHT'S PRAYER | 0 | 04/17/2009 |
| IF SADNESS HAD A FACE | 1 | 04/17/2009 |
| HIGH ON LOVE | 1 | 02/17/2009 |
| TAKE IT EASY | 0 | 02/17/2009 |
| WHY I CRY | 3 | 02/17/2009 |
| FINDING GOD | 0 | 02/17/2009 |
| FOOL | 0 | 02/17/2009 |
| BACK STAB | 0 | 02/17/2009 |
| THE CRY OF A BROKEN HEART | 1 | 02/17/2009 |
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