Hope Gone
Upon thy pillow,
I wearily hope
for youth’s restful nights
I once loved to spend
in towering dreams.
Images past
behind closed eyes -
romantic plans
and lofty goals.
Naïve thoughts
turn to aged
days of loss,
again
taunting
me.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.