To Despair (age 14)

Oh what does life keep?
A cold and drunken sleep?
To be cast down the streets of despair where no matter
where you turn nobody cares.
I hope I never meet you there down that lonely path of misery.
Oh what does life have?
A wet and feverish bed, where all lie sick and dead.
I hope I never land there  on that painful road to despair, but if I
do come visit me there.
Down that cold depressing lane, where you’ll always meet pure
pain and no matter what you do its always there and your body is forever
lingering in that cold, damp air of utter despair.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry (from ages 12 to 15)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s