Mourning of Hope

Poetry has always been a creative outlet for me as someone who struggles to understand and convey my own emotions and feelings. I can use poetic tributes and odes to give a voice to constructs I know little to nothing about. "Mourning of Hope" is something I created during a period when I struggled to experience any emotion, a period that feels like a haze, as if I was watching it through someone else's eyes. Someone I had never met.

Washed away with the tide,

Hope and longing cast aside,

Refuse scatter on the autumn breeze,

These feelings turn cold and freeze,

Flowers wither chill and fade,

Winters mark has been made,

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,

Can bring a warmth to this cold hollow,

Will there ever be a glimmer to follow?