Despair
when even was is lost
and is no more exists
there's very, very few
rise back up from the mist
when nothing stirs the soul
and life has left our heart
death beckons sweet release
so easy to depart
but know from one who's been
the fragile straw you grasp
is where we all must reach
before we breath our last
ivor g davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
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