Despair is good if you desire
A mind and mood that’s stationary
Neither moving or evolving
Despair constructs its dim masonry

Where Despair's dance cascades
Through chambers of the mind
There is no hope to speak of
No mirth or joy or fun to find

But dark Despair does dwindle
Where moods are more attuned
To the whole spectrum of feelings
Overgrown, unpruned

Now I walk in joy and happiness
I feel their boon substantially
Despair is but a memory
A fickle, finished fantasy