DESPARITY

Upon my arm rests my solemn face

Eyes, staring hopelessly

Frustration clouds me

Throwing shadows across my vision

My mind is frail

My hope is killed

LIghts blow out

With a quiet shout

Editor: Selina Liu

Literary Device: Oxymoron "quiet shout"

Two Senses: Sight, Sound

The poem is in the point of view of the man. The message for the audience or reader is that the man has reached an abyss in his life.