Hope Lost

 

 

Where is the beauty? Hidden in the dark.

Where is the love, when pain makes its mark?

Where is the sanity, while excuses never end?

Where is the safety? There's nothing left to defend.

Here we sit, rolling the dice and playing with fate,

when did life get so miserable, and is it too late?

Can we carry on, or is there nothing left?

Am I ever going to be enough while grudges are kept?

Can I stand up for once, without stumbling back down?

While heartache is misery, and blood drips without sound.

We're the generation where dying seems far more easy,

than waking up alone again, and trying not to be seen.

Where are OUR lifeboats? Because we are sinking and cannot swim,

walking the path of broken hearts, because she's nothing without him.

A complicated game of one step forward and two steps back,

why can't we recover the thing that sent us so far off track?

This is the road that we walk, welcome to our parade,

Hearts exploding, step up and join the charade.

Where is the beauty? Hidden in the dark.

Where is the love, when pain makes its mark?

Reviews

[Another Relic]

Very poetically done indeed. I love the way your words flow in this with it's powerful plea.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. The pain and disappointment can be felt in your words. Sometime we must learn pain to appreciate the good things in a life. Story and the description was very good. A very good poem. Thank you.
Coyote