Despair Poem by Sandra Feldman

Despair

Rating: 4.9


I'm tired now,
I've had enough,
Of this weird Life,
So full of stuff,
You toil and sweat,
You take all bets,
And at the End,
It's all regrets,
The empty hands,
The loveless nights,
The chilling fog,
'Turn off the Lights'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eugene Levich 06 May 2014

Sandra at her best... but most depressed! ... Oh! to see her poetry (and her heart) with happiness blessed!

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Khairul Ahsan 18 October 2013

Through this poem, I know how you feel. Very touchy. ''And at the End, It's all regrets, The empty hands, The loveless nights, The chilling fog, 'Turn off the Lights' ' A picture of despondency succinctly narrated.

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Valerie Dohren 15 October 2013

Short, succinct and a superb summing up of life for many. Such thoughts I can relate to right now. Excellent Sandra.

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Gajanan Mishra 15 October 2013

loveless nights, good write, thanks.

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