Despair
/The loser with loss of faith wanders aimlessly
The full moon is a sarcasm to his wanting hope
Its bleak ashy color is worse than that of a lifeless face
The only appeasement for the ill-fated man is
To trample moonlight under his feet
The earth beneath however quenches his stomping
The wind is not any better
Its mumbles are ridicules to the hapless
Ofttimes it gives out cold laughter
blowing away the loser’s deep sighs
Trees are accomplices all together
They scoop up dispiriting messages from the wind
And brew them up to sour notes
That rustles of leaves are their singing of elegy
The stars perching high are cold onlookers
Indifferent to the adversity
Go on with their twinkling flirts
Relish their celestial jamboree
The darkness is a voracious monster
Devours brightness and hopes
Covers up all tears and despair
Goes on pretending nothing wrong on Earth
By Shih-Fang Wang
From: United States