Despondency
⊆ 1:41 AM by Pete | Poems . | ˜ 0 comments »
Embedded, lies a broken form
beneath a sea of despondency
Gone are his hopes for a better day,
nor a meagre crumb of sympathy
No hands to show the way
No light to set him free
Earned him what sin, to be seen
in this flatland of misery?
A daily scrape, an endless toil,
beneath the barrel of society
Desperate pleas on both his knees,
for trinkets we'll give for free
But upon whose shoulders,
are to blame?
For one so lost at sea?
For is it not, as the saying goes,
that Man shall earn his keep?
And shall we not, but let it be,
the pleas of one consigned
Beneath this sea of despondency
where no light shall set him free?
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