3hope

Author: Fernando Ceballos Lachica 3HOPE I sit alone in the dark feeling lonely My loneliness lingers As the last drop of rain Have gone away I breathe the warm rays of sunlight And feel life's enlivening all around me Yet, cannot dwell within me I hear the delight Cast by a million multicolored flowers Against a backdrop of life-giving streams No longer locked from the movement By the oppressing cold I can feel the spirits Of eternal joy Reach out with fingers With either...my heart and soul Only to get so close Then fade away Into the engrossing sound Of my beating heart With each pound... The blood flows But cannot control the rupturing With each pump... It becomes closer and closer To the single dull-witted note Amidst a chorus of shrewdness With each nodal constriction... It reverberates The relentless walls of Ego's Tower Protruding a lifetime above me Each beat...becomes double Each second...becomes a cosmos Created by the perfectly harmonic structure Of my sorrow In a world of parabolic wonders I see only The hues of my transparent prison Faded To a perfect seamless gray In a hopelessness Declining Into the deepest strata Of selfishness I cry...from pity...I cry... With tears Blurring the world I wander On roads of sadness And darkness On the perpetual Wheel of failure. I see it... A Glimmer... Yes! A sparkle... A distance too great To comprehend; Yet it is there I am drawn to it… I am pulled… As I struggle With each advancing moment I try to get away… I turn to retreat… Into my tower… It protected me.