Despair

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Despair


There is the darkest river/ that flows inside of me/ none have ever plumbed the depths /or felt the hollow need /the hunger cavernous and cold /the pain and black despair/ the overwhelming emptiness /when my master is not there

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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.

intellaspy’s Poems (16)

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Death? Poetry 2
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Silent thoughts 3
The Last of Love 0
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I am never Lonely 1
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Prison of Fear 1
Soul Hunger 0
My Master has come 0
Shared Silence 1
Despair 0
Chasm 0
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