Best Angsthope Poems


Hope Springs....

I sit by my window
Staring through the glass
Pondering all my calamities past
I remember my deeds both good and bad
I mourn the treasures I could have had
I run my fingers over my skin
Caressing the bruises without and within
I smile at the memories of friendship shared
I long for the people for whom I have cared
I sigh at the mistakes that I have made
They sliced through my joy like a whetted blade
I rue the days I made the wrong choice
If only I’d been guided by a wiser voice
I always gave in to my heart’s desires
I did few things that can be admired
And for that I alone can shoulder the blame
I was the player and the played in life’s game
Alas my errors can not be undone
For maybe my battle has been lost and not won
Any day now could be my last
And I could become a mere memory of the past
But I hope that I can defeat this anguish and fear
And find the spring of hope so silver and clear
Then I will stand alone but proud
And release myself from Despair’s dark shroud

Hell

In this pit of utter darkness
The day doesn't see the light
Encompassed by my agony
To my captors, joyous delight

Surrounded by constant weeping
And the sounds of grinding teeth
Their cries for mercy go unheard
With no hope for any relief

The living dead is what we're called
For there's no one here deceased
This torment will last forever
And the torture will only increase

Time here has no meaning
In this prison cell of sorrows
Forgiveness, now an illusion
No hope for more tomorrows

Hope is now a foreign word
Only spoken under our breath
Compassion here is futile
We can't even pray for death

Our sins have been recorded
And play back in our head
With our chances for forgiveness
But we still chose this, instead

This place is called, "Eternity"
Forever here, we'll dwell
Others say "The bottomless pit"
But this is simply Hell
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.

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