Despair is a midnight black

And it tastes of sour milk.

It reeks of burning coal

And feels like a peace keeper’s arm ripping your sister away.

It sounds like Effie Trinkets voice announcing your sister’s, the only person you love’s name.

It looks like walking off and knowing you will never come back.

Despair is the last flicker of a burning candle.

By: Chandler, Sallie Ann, and Arisha

1 Comment on Despair

  1. sallieanns382
    November 25, 2013 at 11:32 am (9 years ago)

    I had Fun working with you and Arisha on this project!


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