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Joy Came to Me.

How many weary nights

How many restless days

Were spent entertaining Despair?


I lost count after the first

My hospitality condemning

me to bear him silently but

Despair had no decency to 

keep Himself from

opening all my

cabinets and going

through my dirty laundry


Then! Despair slipped off

after I gave in to his useless whims

He was quite desperate to have

me fight with him; when I gave up

He closed the door quietly


And the next day, I woke

up next to Joy. She shone

on me and I opened my 

eyes; finally the world

had came back to me in all

her glory; covered in a 

white coat I was drinking

beauty she had no eyes to see


Joy came to me holding

the delicate hand of

my long-forgotten child;

I went away on the wind


I won't be coming back. 


Despair will have to leave

me a tear-stained note on

my weathered front porch.


I doubt I shall ever read it. 

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