December 2011
19 posts
HOPELESSNESS
when I look in the mirror
my face frightens me.
how horrible I have become.
when spring comes back
weakness overcomes me
like a fatal sickness
I am too slothful
to smell new flowers
or to powder my own face
everything exasperates me.
the sadness which tries me today
adds itself to the accumulated
sorrows of the days that are gone
I am frightened by the weird cries
of the nightjars...
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