Forlorn Hope

The Face of Hope The face of hope never masquerades in forlorn visages Towering above spiraling pits in the dark midnight of essence Breaks disingenuous chains of nightmare’s clutches In bleak mansions of the dark moon to warm their hearths Refusing to prostitute possibility With poignancy that probes lost footsteps trying to hold onto Perfect moments of saline life support Steps in to shine with opportunities’ bright smile Refuses to accept the suicide of love On rocks of the torn heart’s tragedy Or see unscalable opaque obstacles Or wear the mask of homeless helplessness Discarding pity’s piercing banshee sneer Fate’s cynical demand to fulfill obtuse fate The face of hope refuses to wear desolate – Or a God forsaken destiny - Bereft of moonlight squeezing between Abandoned footprints of dreams Smothered by smog A single shaft of illumination – a cloak protecting fragile insight Never bewitched by night’s dead space, Wearing victory’s luminosity of enduring promise, Vanquishing a taunting laughter of ridicule To break down anxiety’s imagined walls Surrounding the paradise of foolishness With dawning reveries of one bright star. Abiding in eternal covenant The face of hope never masquerades in forlorn visages. 5-6-21 Contest: This or That Sponsor: Edward Ibeh