despair

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    despair

    When darkness falls, and despair sets in, and your world is filled with gloom
    Just look inside your heart my friend, don't feel defeated and feel doomed
    For if love lives  there, then there is hope, find the stength to stand once more
    I know that things seem hopeless, and every day feels like a chore
    But what tomorrow may hold for you, for you never will really know
    If you just give up, and lock your heart, you've closed the final door
    You can not live in fear my friend, of what may lay ahead
    You need to open up your heart and find the good instead
    If the road your traveling on has turns then take them slow and wise
    For around the bend you never know, there may wait a great surprise
    And if you hit a bumpy spot, just proceed with gentle ease
    And you will find that after this, the turmoil you have ceased
    Think more about yourself and also believe in only you
    And you will find that your life will be blessed with every wish come true
    To love yourself is a special gift, that will bring you thru any pain
    If you can do this, it will diminsh any gloom that may remain
    You will have the strength and courage to handle all that life may bring
    And welcome every passing day, as such a beautiful thing
    But if you do not love yourself then no one else can climb that wall
    To share in your life, and enjoy your time, for you will crumble and you will fall
    So push away all the darkness, let your love always shine through
    And you will find that you are your best friend, in everything you do
    Stand proud and live each moment, as if it may be your last
    Just look for the good in the future, and leave the rest in your past
    For there is joy and happiness out there for you to share
    And one day you will find someone else, that shows you that they care

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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