Until Hope is No Longer a Ghost

Where the moon has called you mine
I will conquer all of my tears
Gather them from among the grasses
Where they have cut my heart
Like shards of glass

I will watch the clouds as they move
Across the hills of dreams
Until hope is no longer just a ghost
I have painted into a corner
Of wounded victory

This battle will no longer be my king
Suppose to be will now reign
I will not miss these tears of mine
For I will be shielded forever
From this.............
My pain

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

"This battle will no longer be my king" I like this part the best because that is the trap that we fall into, we fight for the battle and not for the outcome. We pick our battles unwisely and that hurts us more. Tears cleanse us and I know I don't miss them but I also I need them to stay sane. This is a beautiful soulful write.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Positively reals of human emotion and suffering, a fine flow and grammatically astute, well done, great read.

[roy mccarthy]

beautiful poem!

[Tasha]

This was sad, but yet so beautiful. Amazing job as always Neva.

[Aidz]

This is sad but beautiful..... great job once again