despair - Blackout Poetry Notes

Harmony With Life

It took me some days
to know
harmony with life.
You, my love,
are the
end to my despair.

I remained
enveloped in darkness,
a depraved wretch of despair.
My creation of delirium,
such ravings of insanity.

Desire and despair,
they were like magnets
that clashed,
colliding again and again,
obsessively
all her life.

There was no wound, no visible bruise,
but the horror of that moment
had me in despair.