The Touch of Despair

Once I came across a river quite old,

not known to many, of pure white gold.

Puzzled, I tried to find a way to pass

when Friendship appeared and made a bridge of grass.

It held my hand

and so we moved on…

 

One step on the grass and I saw above

fluttering its wings, proud cruel Love.

It came down at me and started walking ahead,

Friendship sighed, bowing down its head.

It placed its hand on my back

and so we moved on…

 

Two steps later I saw with my unfortunate eyes

Love holding hands with Betrayal and Lies.

My sundered heart made me freeze in pain

until Friendship pulled me back to the same old lane

It clasped my arm tight

and so we moved on…

 

Three steps forward and the grass started to burn

when hot red Anger made me want to turn.

It offered me Revenge which I would have taken

if Friendship, in that moment, left me forsaken

But it patted my shoulder soft

and so we moved on…

 

Four steps and lying in my way was Sorrow,

I sat down beside it thinking of tomorrow.

As none I could see, my eyes made the grass wet

but Friendship sitting beside me told me not to fret

It pulled me up brave and strong

and so we moved on…

 

Five more steps and I ran into Despair

it touched my heart and then I did not care

Friendship tried to get through with all the force it had

but soon came Death looking quite glad

Clutching the grey grass, my old companion cried

but I had moved on…

November 13, 2012

Reviews

[Hugo Strange]

I'm not an expert on poems and such, and I guess I really don't have much to offer the writer in terms of criticism other than that I think this was a great poem. A bit on the dark side perhaps, but still a beautiful piece of work.

[D. Mujeeb]

Thank you for taking out the time to read it and then to comment on it. I really appreciate it. :)