Against the Fear

A Poem.

“Despair” by Edvard Munch,1892

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It is good for man to stay 
And sit alone in stillness, 
To watch the gaping windows fill with shade;

To look for black beaks 
Who ferry our tomorrow 
And give, and give, and give ourselves away. 

It is good for man to suffer, 
left open and undone, 
While harrowing the darkened lonely eve;

To wait on feathered wings 
That come, but once, to borrow 
and hope, and hope, and hope for better things. 

It is good for man to sing, 
For what else can he do 
While knowing that the better end draws near; 

To wave at tolling bells 
that sound to him in sorrow 
And laugh, and laugh, and laugh against the fear.  

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This poem was generated by the author’s human mind with zero AI / LLM involvement.