Despair seeps in when
Least expected.
It grabs hold,
Breeding ineptness.
A sharp pain,
The stab of a knife
Holds you back,
Makes you stagger.
The wrath of ones tounge,
Saying words you hate,
Sheets of rain sluicing
Down a window pane,
The dull aching
Constantly in my heart.

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