Mistress of Despair

Feeling turbidity in a globe so remote , as to be a mirage awash with guilt armored to be despondent courted by sadness and her wiles She , it is a she torments every waking moment I resign to be hopeful chained to the fates merciless though they can be I wish for many hoping for all , your being my signal light the guide my spirit follows reverently shamefully homeward, giving a ray a shimmer of life igniting the wick warming my depth pushing her into nothingness until she rears her beauteous face once again Radiant sadness she brings darkness hopelessness lies in my mind she pulls me in so sweetly silently that until lying in her arms the realization and horror seduced again I am despairs mistress But the living are glimpsed in patches as birds darting branch to limb bright shining billboards declaring a world living and being in now Words written light infused missives declaring an axis turning my life halting mid-step, restarted with a charge of words a vent of power a gentle stroke of keystrokes typing a new chapter in the book of hope .. Despair though desirous she be not a patch does she hold on life