Despair

I am Despair;
I feed on broken dreams
And fading courage
And shattered hope.

I numb the brain,
Poison the heart,
Wither the body,
Drain the soul.

I thrive on worry
For loved ones;
I relish tyranny,
My unforgiving source;
I crave weakness;
It is my strength.

I lurk in dark corners;
Plotting, conspiring,
Seeking a host.

I wait for Doubt;
It clears the way,
Creates suspicion,
Draws out agony.

Then comes Fear;
It gnaws on
The frayed strands
Of sanity,
And distorts 
The window
Of the mind.

Then I go in
For the kill;
I corrupt sanity
Till it is
Just a word.
I destroy all
The good
That survives.

I break the Will
To Fight Back.
I crush the Hope
For a Better Day.
I consume the Courage
The Face The Monsters.

I am everyone's 
Worst nightmare;
Their last inner demon,
The deadly one
With no remorse.

I am the downfall
Of nations,
Because I am all
That is left
When everything
Has been snatched away
And destroyed
Before bleak eyes.

Death comes soon;
It is not a danger,
Not anymore;
It is the only relief
For tormented souls.

And I?
I move on,
To the next person,
Next nation;
Until there is
Nothing left
Except Despair.




I know it's not very poetic and is extremely depressing and has a lot of potholes, but please leave a comment. I really need to work on my writing, to 'get back in the game'.

And my best friend Luna Lovegood here says that I really should stop staying up late and spouting random poetry, the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks are scared of it. Of course, I don't agree one bit.

-TheDayBeforeTomorrow