Forlorn Hope
i stand here
this dismal day
beneath the hues
of ashen skies
looking at these trees
still as bare as i
in emotions
i wonder
if their roots
are as twisted
as mine
beneath
their earthen grave
do they thirst
for hope
forlorn
on the wings
of time
do they feel
the cold of winter
as it strips them
bare
do they hear
the rustle
of their old leaves
beneath my feet
as i walk along
emotionless
shadowless
alone
like words lost
on tips of tongues
their buds
are forming
slowly gathering
bursting outward
their limbs
reaching
into misty air
like my hands
stumbling
for another
to hold
once again
finding
only emptiness
through the distance
of past
am i to stand
less tall
ready to fall
naked of hope
like love fell
forlorn
on the wings
of time
am i
a non-existent
shadow of past
hollow
of emotion
afraid to stand
alone
i stand here
this dismal day
beneath the hues
of ashen skies
looking at the trees
as the woodpecker
breaks the silence
as if drilling me
looking for hope
something
i myself
cannot find
April 15 2021
This or That, Vol 2 Poetry Contest
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