Despair from the Chronicled Works of Jacob Peacock.
Where does it go
When rivers run dry,
The imagination’s resevoir
Vastly depleted.
Despair screams somewhere
as his brother Sorrow
dances in and out
of love’s shadow.
On and on
the play never ceases
but the pain
eventually eases.
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