Is there any other, true kind of despair
than a lonely one? Sustained despair,
beyond a brief moment, not giving
way to action that subsumes, erases?
A crowd can riot its despair away, warm
itself with hate and a flaming bonfire,
but the lonely despair wraps its chill
arms around you & sighs, content.
11.03.2023
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