The Search for Hope

Hope.

Helpless.

None to find.

Pain may not rest.

No hope you will reach.

We search all day and night.

Never will there be any.

It is a lost cause to search wide.

I have given up looking at all.

We must embrace what pity is given.

Afterwards we may feel the light's touch,

And know that we are now living.

Hope is a foolish calling.

It wants not to be found.

I understand that.

I want not too.

Hidden here,

I live

Alone.