Land of Despair

A slip into

the land of despair

but oh,

what lovely hair

lying upon shoulders,

smooth and fair,

giving rhyme

down to her toes

servants to our eyes

this land knows

hiding in the beauty

that leads us there,

our guiding light

to the land of despair.

Then one thing 

after another

begins to appear,

a losing proposition

is always near,

the right course,

is soon to disappear,

a choking compulsion

on a desolate air

we learn to breathe 

in the land of despair.

artwork & poem by Dave Holloway