Despair
Sometimes,
on a rainy night
despair steals my soul
It is swift as an eagle
descending on its prey.
and I've learned long ago
It will surely have its way.
So I wait like the ant waits for summer
for all misery must pass
as seasons surely do.
Then I shall sprint
through fields of flowers playfully.
The oak trees shall smile at me
and the fox will streak
along side of me.
All of us aware
despair will descend-
and suddenly,
In its own hopeless time.
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