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Despair

THE FOOTLE THATS NOT A FOOTLE


SADNESS
MADNESS

DARK DREAMS
LOST SCREAMS

JOY FLED
LOVE DEAD

ALONE
ONE MOAN

NO PLACE
OR FACE

NO SIGHT
OR LIGHT

FEAR HIGH
BLACK SKY

COLD FROST
LIFE LOST
 
ENDS NOW
LAST BOW

TAKE PILL
LIE STILL

Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015

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Andrea Dietrich Date: 1/13/2015 3:55:00 PM I think you did a great job with these. Why do you use title "not a footle" The Despair title is great!! Login to Reply Shane Cooper Date: 1/13/2015 4:19:00 PM Hi, I thought a footle was supposed to be light hearted hence the "not" but the form just seemed right for this poem. Thank you for the comments Love Shane xxx

Me Me Date: 1/13/2015 8:37:00 AM This was pleasantly dark, I see the merit for the ending. Yet the second lines of some of the "stanzas" make me feel as though you're talking about an actor or an actress after the curtain falls for the last time, leaving them in the dark. Good Job! Login to Reply Shane Cooper Date: 1/13/2015 8:49:00 AM Thanks it just sort of took on a life of its own as I wrote.

Jan Allison Date: 1/13/2015 7:28:00 AM Oh Shane such a sad string of footles the final one sent a chill down my spine:-( Hugs Jan xx Login to Reply Shane Cooper Date: 1/13/2015 8:11:00 AM sorry not. Meant to upset anyone Love Shanexx