Despair

[fallupchik]

Lurking behind bushes
Hiding in dark corners
Looking for the frustrated
And all of the loners

When having sighted the weary
He comes out to play
His long tallons dripping with blood
Wanting to irk up your day

Climbing along the walls
Breathing out sulfur air
He is not Hatred, nor Jealousy
His name is DESPAIR

-A.T.Y

 

[ahideousbeauty]

i like it

 

[Lycana]

Good poem!

 

[Dyrwen]

I particularly liked you not going with a straight rhyme scheme. The abac stanza set up helped keep it off-balance and more interesting to read.