Having the words and hallmarks
of genuine misery
melancholy
existential
angst
just look again at the grindingly grim
crushing metaphors
Helpless hopelessness
crushed down
compressed in
order to fill full
with alienation
abandonment
smell it
taste its sour bitterness
until at last
forgetful of time
or name or place
brought to my knees
by the sheer
despair of it all
And yet as the box is opened hope flaps
about magestically filling the endless
void with
unconditional love
hopefully
flapping
fanning promises
in the face of despair
