The Cadaver of Hope


Plaintive cries of despair
rise to a crescendo
from the sorrowful spirit
scattering moments into darkness

Distant lights shining bright
waver like flames of fire
throwing quivering shadows
on the life's space

Horrendous,  gloomy  figures,
of myriad shapes invade the night
driving  my being 
into a sordid abyss

Like  birds of darkness,
shadows hover over my sky
feeding on my soul 
devouring  it's light 

Wrecked into loneliness
I gaze at the distant horizons
awaiting the harbinger of hope 
to imbue life with it's lost colours 

Hope arrives, but dead
dragging hope's cadaver
into its grave, I walk away
to my home far away

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