The glorious view had ceased to be soothing
The fragrances reeked of despair and doom
There was nothing in the abundance
Nothing to behold…
All was lost,
While I stood amidst the rejoicing crowd.
Happiness turned sour 
That ached with the pain of laughter
I heard screams in the shouts of joy
I could smell the advent of death
All among the celebration of life
And I could feel dying inside
All the while the smile 
Remained plastered outside.

About Guria

An Artist in Science: A Misfit 'cause I choose to be one. "Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority, it is time to reform" And a Maverick, because, I'm... umm... brilliant?
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7 Responses to Desperation

  1. You have beautifully portrayed every positive thing in life as a reminder of something dark and negative.. a reminder of something really painful.

    Well written 🙂


  2. Guria says:

    Isn't it sad that I have not done the opposite… but as usual, the darker, gloomier things come more easily to me… sigh! And you still call it beautiful.


  3. Neha says:

    Beautiful things come easily to you.


  4. Guria says:

    Like you. But this is not beautiful, this is what holds our fascination. Because we understand it. I hate it, but I write as I need to.


  5. Beautiful poem! So good to see you back!! 😀


  6. Megha says:

    I am sorry but did I get you right? What I felt after reading was helplessness that forces someone to be just another head in a crowd, participating but dreading every bit of it.


  7. Alcina says:

    How it pains to not be able to show whats going on inside..only if someone can know what is going on inside!


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