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Despair

By Mitch aka Handsomea

(September 1998)

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Though the meadow had long ago greenedwhere I looked it was all dismal and graymy aching body was bruised and beatenoh Lord may I live for just one more day
Though the meadow had long ago greened
where I looked it was all dismal and gray
my aching body was bruised and beaten
oh Lord may I live for just one more day

I dragged my feet along... too heavy to liftstumbling.. the ground came up to meet meLord above! rescue me from this dreaded placeoh how I fear this meadow will beat me
I dragged my feet along... too heavy to lift
stumbling.. the ground came up to meet me
Lord above! rescue me from this dreaded place
oh how I fear this meadow will beat me

I lay with blooded cheek on jagged rocksting filled my eyes... my throat was parchedstrange creatures surrounded mea long-tongue toad hissed.. his back was arched.
I lay with blooded cheek on jagged rock
sting filled my eyes... my throat was parched
strange creatures surrounded me
a long-tongue toad hissed.. his back was arched.

Suddenly she appeared on a meadow moundoh the greatest of joy her presence gave meher angelic face and the glow around her smiletold me she was only just there to save me
Suddenly she appeared on a meadow mound
oh the greatest of joy her presence gave me
her angelic face and the glow around her smile
told me she was only just there to save me

I grasped so tightly her outreached handwe lifted in the air as I had never seenI turned and looked back one last timeand the meadow gray now looked green
I grasped so tightly her outreached hand
we lifted in the air as I had never seen
I turned and looked back one last time
and the meadow gray now looked green

I bolted upright in my sweat-soaked bedI was about to face my greatest despairfrantic I searched from room to roomand then I sat and cried--for she was not there
I bolted upright in my sweat-soaked bed
I was about to face my greatest despair
frantic I searched from room to room
and then I sat and cried--for she was not there




This page was designed for a friend to display one of his poems. ~Niftyann~



September 5, 1999



Links to Mitch's other beautiful Poetry pages

The Sighting of Sim Muir The Candle A Serious Poet Clowns Around Ode To Wild Wind
The Songs of Annette Blind To Beauty A Path To Climb Dancing Alone
The Wanderer The Railroad Just Having Fun Shoes For Leann

Gone To Serenity

They Went Thataway    







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