Poetry Clips – Despair (In Empty Futility)


The clock ticks

Her delicate hands

In endless repetition

Climb her pale face

Gaining the peak

Over and over

In empty futility

And sweep down

With far less care

Still not going

Anywhere

And it seems

She averts her gaze

An expression

Of absolute despair

© Ann Bagnall

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