tearful hope
Empty days like blank sheets stare at my face,
I wonder if I will make it out of this awful place,
accompanied by weariness, bitterness and sorrow,
with no hope, joy or faith in a tomorrow.
Loneliness embraces me like a lost lover,
I sink deeper in this mire and I suffer,
joyless, hopeless, faithless and thoughtless,
I struggle for a foothold in this foggy weakness,
the dull gray emptiness abounds and astounds,
I feel emasculated like a wretched greyhound.
Death should be easier than this,
its mystery and fear could be bliss.
A long sigh escapes as I dream once again,
nothing lasts forever not even sweet pain.
I wonder if I will make it out of this awful place,
accompanied by weariness, bitterness and sorrow,
with no hope, joy or faith in a tomorrow.
Loneliness embraces me like a lost lover,
I sink deeper in this mire and I suffer,
joyless, hopeless, faithless and thoughtless,
I struggle for a foothold in this foggy weakness,
the dull gray emptiness abounds and astounds,
I feel emasculated like a wretched greyhound.
Death should be easier than this,
its mystery and fear could be bliss.
A long sigh escapes as I dream once again,
nothing lasts forever not even sweet pain.
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