Beside Me

Despair makes form 
like haze gathers slowly

It always sits beside me 
with its arms folded
It never moves, never vanishes
Even if I find gleaming hope like firefly,
despair devours it swiftly

I can't escape from it
It always sits beside me
with its eyes opened

Gallery of My Poetry

I write poetry in English.

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