Despair lives here
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1 min readJan 18, 2017
Its stench is in the air;
an unemptied bin,
beer bottles everywhere
You take your shoes off
to enter the hall,
leaving foot prints
all over the floor
The light slips
past dark curtains
but can’t alleviate
the gloomy presence
and the dirty vase
might as well be empty.
instead of carmelias
to tribute lost dreams
Turn to dust then
all that you sought
there will be no cheer.
Here hope comes to naught