How much sadness can one little girl’s heart hold?  More than the number of angels that can dance on the head of an infinite pinhead.

Depths of Despair
by Michael Doyle

In the depths of despair
Her life out of synch and in disrepair
She found that she could not eat
It seemed her life had met defeat

It was a very uncomfortable feeling
With heart spinning and head reeling
Like her field of life was laid fallow
The lump in her throat would not let her swallow

It as a night best put to ominous bed
With out of control thoughts in her head
A closed door saw her lost in tears
Alone with herself except for her fears

It takes a hard heart to be had
And to ignore the anguish that made her sad
A candle removed left her alone that night
Black in the darkness of pity's plight

She was told of the path of life's history
Where one would draw one's own legacy
But with decisions made against her will
It seemed bleakness rested on her window's sill

(c) May 30, 2020  Michael Doyle
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