Despair has no wings,
Nor has love,
No countenance:
They do not speak.
I do not stir,
I do not behold them,
I do not speak to them,
But I am as real as my love and my despair.
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Comments1Really felt this one, hits deep, you know? That part "I do not stir, I do not behold them, I do not speak to them, but I am as real as my love and my despair." Just wow, so relatable. Stressing abt midterms, it spoke to me. Guess poems aren't all bad... #studentlife #homeworksucks