Oh Despair, a sonnet for despair

The Chains, the loathing chains,
the relentless gag they grip,
not a word of love, joy or hope it lets slip.
Despair, despair is all that remains...

Not the dove nor the tree,
not the gull nor the sea.
Solely impassive silence,
despair and death are free.

Oh despair, oh despair, leave me be.
I dream no more,
hope is lost to me.