Occasionally I Never Search In Vain

Occasionally I despair, an eternal uphill struggle, a hopeless walk to sanity: what else is there for me to do but scream? Occasionally my stomach rumbles as pain, hunger and strife make it grow distressingly tight. Occasionally I try to fight and seek that elusive light at the end of the tunnel only to find an inky blackness, ebony obscurity of darkness that smothers the soul. Occasionally I search for a twisted street or an endless channel only to discover a world devoid of any kindness, languishing in defilement, foul-smelling with pollution, tarnished with infamy and slander, and an ever-reigning lust. But often I stand up, for myself if for none other and look down towards the horizon and find what I require: hope and trust. PS Sorry I left Poetry in the lurch but was hospitalised for three days. I hope to read your poems soon. But please give me time.