Despair

I know you do not like the word

Its color its scent, how we relate it to something black

And smoky and ghastly and ghostly

Some say, red is the color of despair

Others say it is like black coffee because

It does not make you sleep

And make you curl the whole day in

Your dark room without wanting

To talk to somebody and just be there

Alone by yourself, pondering, almost crazy

Not yet anyway, so you go on a compromise

Grey is the color of despair

Dusk, or dawn, or something dawning yet

Like an idea of a suicide unhatched

Delayed like an egg still undecided whether

To hatch or not to hatch and face the world

Of chickens

Despair, what is so big about despair

No big deal, it comes to you whether

You like it or not

As a matter of necessity, face it and state

Its name and stare and say, I muster this

Despair, I am its master and not its slave

And then, when you know all its particulars

You know what to do

Kill it and if it is not killed yet

Well

Well, well, just learn to live with it

Sleep and with, make love with it

And well,

Have kids with despair and call them

Their names: the usual, the normal and

The everyday. And just be prolific.