the little spark

i dont know when i found it
i only know its here
this little shriveled spark of hope
that soon may disappear

captured among fear and pain
the little spark remained
hidden in the retched hate
from which i was sustained

i do not seem to recollect
how it did escape
but i did feel a broken soul
beginning to reshape

i felt the blackness vanish
i saw it go away
and the little spark was growing
utill it was led astray

a foolish wish, a silly dream
and the hope was weak and frail
and then the dark retook my heart
so the hope could not prevail

i do not know just where it went
or how it could return
this little shred of tainted hope
that i no longer can discern