Hope

Darkness falls across the shadow’s edge
		Where I stand when the midnight hour is approaching
		And it is leading me to the verge of fear
		Shivering in a cold winter night with echoes of cries
		Pain reverberates though my heart as tears bringing to my eyes
		And capture with desperation and loneliness
		I am submerging in my own feeling
		As fear shooting through my vein
		When needle of guilt attacking to my own conscious
		From the midst of my dream
		Is day or night? Is good or bad?
		I am a song with no melody
		I am a poem with no rhyme 
		And words with no forms are falling from my lips
		My dream is shattered as I am feeling devastated
		Like a boat that lost its own directions
		My heart is lost for the give of love
		But only left for the bitterness and hopelessness
		I am no longer wishing for the blessing of life only
		for death	
		But hope has taken me back to earth and encourage me to wait 
		for the devastating moment to come to with a rewarding one
		Oh! Nature is beside me and I can feel her smiling at me
		Like a blue violet flower lifting her head up and water river      
                continue to flow as life shall be carrying on			
		I then discover the light of my dream reach to the blue sky
		Like a blooming flower with a pink and white streak upon the 
                horizon. Greeting me with a pure joy and pride
		I then burst into tears of my victory like prize in triumph bring 
                home. 		
                Ah! At last I get to drink the sweet wine that I’ve never tasted 
                before
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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