The End of Despair

Sore to the core she gazes into dusk’s sorrow
   Sadness soars into an empty sky’s pitiless night
      The advent of dawn disguises pain and dejection
         Blind at heart her mind wanders streets of woe
      A shivering sun’s relentless battle scorches the earth
   When the nightmares have vanished a day unfolds
And she retreats once more into the comfort of dying


31st July 2017
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Breedt Avatar
September 18, 2017 at 2:39 PM
Beautifully crafted again
Horsman Avatar
August 16, 2017 at 3:05 PM
Powerful poetry, so relevant, you have soul man..an awesome poem
Neumann Avatar
August 17, 2017 at 12:13 AM
Hi there and thank you. As long as sadness does not prevail, we are okay, hey? Take care, Kai
Krampe Avatar
August 9, 2017 at 10:38 PM
Great description of bottomless sadness.
Neumann Avatar
August 17, 2017 at 12:10 AM
Thank you Agnes. But the pit is open at the top. Many wishes, Kai
Sergi Avatar
August 9, 2017 at 8:13 PM
A sad and powerful poem depicting sadness, Kai My deepest compliments!
Neumann Avatar
August 17, 2017 at 12:10 AM
Thanks Ralph. I somehow started writing lot s of seven liners recently. Many wishes, Kai
Downing  Avatar
August 1, 2017 at 4:11 PM
Sad write but good write :)
Neumann Avatar
August 3, 2017 at 2:14 AM
Thank you Akkina. I appreciate that. Many wishes, Kai
One Avatar
July 31, 2017 at 7:20 AM
This is a real sad write my friend..
Neumann Avatar
August 2, 2017 at 2:11 AM
Thank you silent one. Sadness is one of my closer companions, but I am doing good. Many wishes, Kai
White Avatar
July 31, 2017 at 5:06 AM
I am not completely sure what the poem is about, but it is intriguing. Can be very real, or metaphorical. Great little poem.
Neumann Avatar
August 2, 2017 at 2:11 AM
Thank you Darren. The poem is a bit of both, metaphorical and real. But not about me at this moment in time (just to say that I am fine). Many wishes, Kai PS: I am posting less on poetry soup these days, because I had some poems rejected for big competitions, because of previous publications.
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