Despair tastes like a bitter sting
resting on the tongue.
Despair looks like a rooted tree
forever stuck in place.
Despair feels like a weight on your shoulder
drowning me, dragging me down.
Despair sounds like a hopeless ringing
renting out your ear.
Despair is most at home
when the bombs and war are near.
Written by Sarah Joyce, as part of Poetry as Commemoration workshops led by Terry McDonagh, in Castlerea Community School, Roscommon, in November 2022. Transition Year students were invited to write a poem in response to Terry McDonagh’s poem ‘My Freedom One Hundred Years Later’, written in commemoration of the War of Independence.