Acrostic poem: “Despondency”

Brooding acrostic, perfect for dreary November.

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Despondency

Despair taken hold
Etched into your very
Soul
Past the point
Of seeing glasses half full
No shred of hope left
Dreary outlook
Encompassing all
Nigh impossible that
Changes to the better may
Yet appear

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