Despair 

I sit alone with Despair to bid me welcome
For only Despair has ears to listen to silent tongues.
In return
I listen
to Despair’s stories of failed dreams
and lost loves.
I listen
To Despair’s stories of a life he once destroyed.
I listen
as he tells stories about me. 
I sit alone wishing for grace and elegance,
Knowing Despair said it is not mine to have.
So I wish for things I once had.
I wish for riches,
the ability to fulfill my fantasies. I wish,
But Despair said the lamp is not mine to rub. 
I sit alone growing weary of Despair,
Weary of the man keeping me from my dreams.
And for a second
I open once blind eyes
and see Despair for who he is. 
I see shattered reflections
of a man I once knew.
Lost emotions.
I see the past.
Smile.
Put the pieces back together.
Close my eyes.
And wait for the sunrise to bid me welcome. 

cori graham