Who is he? <br />A railroad track toward hell? <br />Breaking like a stick of furniture? <br />The hope that suddenly overflows the cesspool? <br />The love that goes down the drain like spit? <br />The love that said forever, forever <br />and then runs you over like a truck? <br />Are you a prayer that floats into a radio advertisement? <br />Despair, <br />I don't like you very well. <br />You don't suit my clothes or my cigarettes. <br />Why do you locate here <br />as large as a tank, <br />aiming at one half of a lifetime? <br />Couldn't you just go float into a tree <br />instead of locating here at my roots, <br />forcing me out of the life I've led <br />when it's been my belly so long? <br /> <br />All right! <br />I'll take you along on the trip <br />where for so many years <br />my arms have been speechless<br /><br />Anne Sexton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/despair-7/
