Despair

Looking to what may lie ahead Never do we escape their past Of possibilities one left undead As for Hopes only one will last Wandering now in the night Non deserving child of dark Never knowing what is right Without even a waning spark Life grows boring, never new Patience lives, but grows week The right path never for view Confused, where now do I seek Redemption sought in a foreign place Winning the fight, but losing the race

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/22/2013 10:04:00 PM

to lose all hope, is how we are thought to live... Wayland, you pinned this poem from the bottom of all deep emotions.. sometimes I wish this was not so... thank you for sharing the poem...LINDA

Wayland Bunch
Date: 1/22/2013 11:54:00 PM

Yes this one is actually very current, very perminent, if you can tell that one hope remains, we'll see about that though as "Time" my second favorite subject moves on.

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 1/18/2013 6:21:00 PM

So nice to read your poetry this eve. A sonnet's a fine form. Light & Love

Wayland Bunch
Date: 1/21/2013 6:09:00 AM

Thank you so much for reading and commenting.

Annie Lander

Date: 1/18/2013 6:06:00 PM

Redemption sought in a foreign place Winning the fight, but losing the race great lines, a wonderful poem who have going on here thank you for sharing this with me

Wayland Bunch
Date: 1/21/2013 6:08:00 AM

Thank you very much for your wonderful comment.