HOPE – WHEN ITS DAYS ARE OVER

Awake, after weeks of slumber

In the abyss of un-scared disillusion

Painstakingly drawn in by sheer laziness

And an environment of bleak hopelessness

Thought I knew the end

from the very beginning

But this, I didn’t plan for at first

suddenly, I was strapped

From my head to my toes

I found myself without real hope

Hours ran by, biting moments

Slowly, at first it seems

till days passed on

Weeks and months

And my pen lost its breathe

While I lost the fire in-depth

Now I awake, jittery, unfeeling

wishing to bridge the gap

Created the months of inactivity

Hoping to fill this still emptiness within

Like a carved lifeless image of yesterday

This way I have been, now at hour 48

Deep in thought, attempting each piece

to find the right words

Slow at first it seems, till your image,

our image by the stream hit

A piece in the depth of me

One sweet reminder, to me, opening new pages

 

The say quitters don’t win, winners don’t quit

But this time, quitting left me with no option

Just a little piece pushing me forward to carry on

Surely someday, I’ll get to the promise land

When I’ll look back the years then smile

My days of hope are over.

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