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Were hope has gone

Were hope has gone ???

The path was love,  I so wanted to walk upon,
it was paved with much hope, dreams, and desires shone.

Hope - felled by the axe of indifference – has now gone, 
- slipping into that great abyss, lost, that love I do miss – along with all, and those beautiful lips I’d so love to kiss
knowing, that behind those walls, I’d surly find bliss. 
Now that bliss only lives on - in the hoard of my memory,
knowing that a touch, feelings, a kiss could write a story, the only story, wherein, lies the meaning of glory.
The only story to tell ! - for the rest has gone to hell !

Death, has become the long and winding road 
hope must traverse, carrying it’s heavy load. 
It’s a rough road, hope, slowly must walk,
towards that great abyss lying before us - the void - 
where all our hopes and dreams no longer talk 
of the potential joys of life, the good that could have been
if only the object of our love, our dreams was no android and all we had, to shower her with, could have been seen.

The only things that lie before us now, are black holes that suck the life out of hopes, dreams, spirits, our souls becoming nothing more then a dark, hollow place 
in the very,… very empty, lifeless, meaningless space
that can, that does !, put this look in our eyes, on our face that makes us look so grim - our light looking so dim

Were hope has gone  ?, the marry-go-round ride, this plane offers, a roller coaster ride of excruciating, human pain
that takes us around and around, up and down
and back again, no relief from being the clown
on those rides, that so often are never a joyful flight 
into the heavenly bliss of love’s shimmering light. 
No !, seldom a great journey into the atmosphere 
of love, as it seems to make one defensive, live in fear. 

That is no way to live and no way for one to get near 
to the one you could love,
to help rise above. 

B. J. “A” 2
April 8th 2009

Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield

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