Despondency Stories

He couldn't fix her shattered dreams or mend her broken heart. The tools he had were listening ears and smiles to show he cared. A tale was shared to ease her pain. His presence brought by fate, The details she felt hers alone voiced tearfully with him, A willingness to let her speak, she treasured his respect. No judgment or solutions; simply being there for her. Each time she spoke, her thoughts returned to happiness, n...

It's sunset and the sky is red,By sunrise I'll be found as dead.I'm waiting as the tide rolls in,Regretting all that might have been.Not caring if I see the lightFrom all the stars or moon tonight.My story is an ancient oneOf love that's gone, a life undone.With shivers I am supine here,The coldness tells me death is nearThe waters surge about me now,I feel the chill, I touch my brow.Recalling days that came to pass,And s...