There is no one in despair as I am today
Troubles don’t look for me but I run for them
What is my life compared to a vermin
A laughing stock for the world
Read my words and know what despair is
Despair is longing for something impossible
Despair is the sound of seas rushing at shores
Despair is the redness of sky when sun is setting
Who is there to share my affairs
Who is there to share my burden except my words
Answers the unseen voice
No one not even God can stand such despair
Life of an imposter is doubly a lie
What is despair?
It is the beating of my heart
No soul as mine experiences this insolent existence and the world
The world is like a distant star
What to make of this world
A hollow dimness of air near the river
The silence of the tree is my despair
Speak by the name of lord that claims
Whose claims bear no evidence
But a loose history and loose scriptures
What is true seems to be false
What is false seems to be true
Death more sensible than life
Life more absurd than death
Despair I am in deep tears
The soul has tears in the form of despair
It bleeds from the wounds not yet made
It is oppressed by fate and logic
The soul is crushed by body
Body is crushed by soul
And soul is crushed by the sorrows
And the sorrows are my endless struggle
Striving to be what I am
Say less there is nothing more to share
No one understands when one is behind words
Pain is personal gain
of no ones business
I shall read Don Juan and sooth my being
End this meaningless expression it does nothing
My deep dark hollow depression
Is like the leaf floating on surface of water
So much to bear it only floats nor does it drowns nor does it moves
But see O eyes from my eyes
It dances in pain as my words are
Let the day light be gone I will be gone too