Moments of Despair

When last the afternoon

spoke upon broken lives

a slow heartbeat of sad

fortune would allow

a silence.

 

For while lives

might be forever

drawn the reality

of shattered dreams

spoken.

 

Out loud the river

runs deep with

somber current

an epiphany in steady

current.

 

Thought to be gibberish

real moments of despair

lost in a lush forest

holding strong in her

memory.

 

Would he that cry

within the summer

breeze a faltering

echo screams of need

forsaken.

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