An angel came.
He knew not
Her true name.
Or perhaps he forgot.
She left him forsaken
With his money all taken.
The scent of despair
Hung in the air.
Another girl’s stilettoed feet
Are heard on the stair.
He asks her her name,
And she answers, “Despair”.
K Morris - Poet 
I love the combination of black humour and tragedy, Kevin! This is a beautiful way to capture the essence of despair!
All the best, Veronica
Thank you, Veronica. I’m pleased you appreciate my poem. All the very best, Kevin
So sad. And what Veronica said. (No point in repeating it!)
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m delighted you appreciate my poem. All the best, Kevin
Hmm. Most of the times those who mean everything to you take everything from you.
Many thanks for commenting. Yours is an interesting interpretation of my poem. Thank you for reading. All the best, Kevin
Very mournful, but I liked it.