Edge of Dispair

So this is what it feels like

To sit on the edge of despair

After you have fought your way through it

Tooth and nail, hammer and tongs

With plenty of battle wounds

To show for it.

The tears that feel as if they should come

But do not, are as confused

As one can be

After they have just walked through hell

And dragged themselves out at last

A broken, defeated body

A numb and sullen mind

That cannot decide what emotion surges

Through it's self

Only realization of what it has done

And overwhelming regret.

A shadow of imperceptible depth

That casts its self upon one

In utter despair

Heart wrenching, mind bending despair

That would take an immeasurable amount of

Unconditional love

To suppress.