HOPE
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| walking home from work last year with friends may and pam, i never thought there will be days when this would just be a memory. |
Every day I walk this path twice.
Each time pretty much the same
Stuck in the same routine a cycle that never ends
The same prayer that now sounds like pious clichés.
Each day the same dump attitude
Wet from tears of hopelessness
Every morning I open my eyes to emptiness
Every night I close my eyes to nothing
My dreams all blurred and teary.
My mind a cacophony of endless meaningless fleeting images
My head is disaster stricken battle field
Battling between doing right and wrong
My eyes swollen by grief
My face a beautiful mess with tear lines
My ears tormented by the ever unending ring of despair
Unsure steps that barely disturbs the earth.
Yesterday a
disturbing memory
Today life unbearable
Tomorrow blank
Yet there is light at the end of the tunnel
I like it. Why though do you sound hopeless in life especially at the end of first stanza, yet your last line shows otherwise?
ReplyDeleteWycliffe,I think that is the fun of poetry.
DeleteWell, while I agree with you, I love noble criticism to which I believe you subscribe to. I loved it though because it changes from being a desperate view of life to a more optimistic glance (Yet there is light at the end of the tunnel).
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