The Hollow

I am the hope inside
 That feeds on tide and wind
 As ocean shores abide
 A storm's subsiding din 

 I am the joy that died
 Before the world took wing
 Where cold and dark things hide
 Beneath a cheerful grin

 I am the vacant eye
 The black and gaping stare 
 The vain and cunning lie
 That only truth can bear 

 Where raging hearts surrender
 I drop anchor there
 As dying embers stir
 And faith invokes despair

 Written by © Raven Drake

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