Despair, mother, father of emotion A raw intensity, a singularity Exploding outwards, expanding into Every pastel sentiment Love's antimatter Doppelganger Evil twin, yin yang Just as love lace edged with despair Despair runs threaded through with love Like seaside rock once the season's dead and gone Whispered ghosts of dreams Of sunny days and might have beens Gone all too soon Of childhood summer memories Simple pleasures at the time Refocused under a lens of grief Once bringing joy Now heralds pain so exquisite All other feelings rendered pale Translucent echoes when compared And with such brilliant intensity Informs that you are still alive Ironically At least for now
My dad called me. His doctor told him he has a cancer in his lung. This is our poem