Despair

The puddle of my despair

Is one in which I stare

And if I’m being honest

It’s looking kind of modest

The rain running down my cheek

Tastes all too bitter

Here down at this wretched creek

I watch the ripples flitter

Leaves in the wind blare

A symphony all too fair

And if I’m being honest

I don’t see myself a platonist

Only ever so unboundedly meek

And the sight of the creature makes me skitter

A picture I would consider bleak

But to my realization, It was but a critter

A hat I was to wear

Now to my obliques unbare

And if I'm being honest

I was frankly quite astonished

A critter most would assume to wreak

Agazed, I heard no chitter

And like a caveman, it had left a streak

Across my heart of glitter