Mourning of Hope

Washed away with the tide;Hope and longing cast aside.Refuse scatters on the Autumn breeze,These feelings turn cold and freeze.Flowers wither, chill and fade;Winters mark had been made—And this heart falls beneath your blade.

Dreams lie forgotten and rot,A sinister and malicious plot.Dreams turn harsh and sour,Darkness comes, with absolute power.

Legions of some evil brood—Rattle and shake this fragile mood.Rabid teeth and wicked claws—Crush all light within their jaws.None escape the seething hate,I curse this inescapable fate.

A second glance, how I crave,An unsolicited and joyful wave,Could bring this tired soul a timely save.

Flickering embers in the eternal hearth,Are all that brighten this lonely path.An endless highway of mute grey gloom,Fog engulfs with a seizing plume.This solitary road is the only view—A desperate trudge is all I knew.

Make your own path, people say—Don’t be afraid to wander and stray.Bend the journey to your will,Scale every peak and hill.The road is yours to command;It must submit to all you demand.

Can that possibly be true?That can’t possibly be right;This is no mere morning dew,Burned away by the sun, so bright.

There is no cutting through this living dark,No skinning off the outer bark.No, not in this self-produced bind;Deeply rooted and entwined—In my tired and fragile mind.

Will you not offer your light,To one lost and without the sight.Won’t you lend me your strength—To look back at journeys length.

I offer all that I am and ever see—For you to show me all you feel.Guide me through, how I pleaExtend your hand and pull me to the real.

All too suddenly I find—The flames have finally died out,Leaving me lost and completely blind—My only company; the lingering doubt.

A whispering voice inside my head—Taunts and mocks “Nope, you’re not dead.No-one will remember—Once they reach their bed…All alone in here, all alone.Everyone waiting and wishing to disown,To leave you in this bleak and forgotten zone.A destiny; desolate and forsaken,A nightmare; never to awaken.This is what you have ahead;Everywhere you look and tread.Embrace the gift of this mental curseAfter all, things could get worse.”