Hope Of Fate

Fate is obnoxiously weird. We cling to hope for dear life, then fate comes along.

A daft of wind blows softly,
Like a craft, the seed is floating,
Falling on rich soil proudly.
With grace, eagerly awaiting,
For the rains and the tree will grow.

Trampled, pushed and kicked,
Rolled about albeit resting,
To a hole deep nether picked.
Soft soil embraces, promising
For the rains and the tree will grow

Seconds slithers into weeks,
None the air nor water to quench,
The soft blanket, fire it reeks.
Alive for hope, despite the scorch
For the rains and the tree will grow.

Wary of loneliness in solace,
Worried sanity is forever lost.
Worst to forget own's face
To blind faith at the cost
For the rains and the tree will grow

Sounds of rap! Rap! Klo! Klo!
Strengthening the ere hopes.
Closer the mole hooks the claw,
Unbeknownst, still holding on ropes
For the rains and the tree will grow..

Soil grows thin on the sides,
Finally the expected has come.
Still unaware of shock that chides,
Trivial jubilation erupts in hum.
For the rains and the tree will grow.

Lo! But Alas! The claw spikes heart,
Vaporising hopes and believes.
The seed is tossed deep into the rut,
Gasping for last breath, the soul leaves,
For the rains and the seed will rot.

Reviews

[Chryiss]

Huh!! This was very artfully done. The line, "Closer the mole hooks the claw" caught my attention, but all of the piece relayed the story very well, and the rhymes were just perfect. The analogy of a tree was also so well done; the repetition of the last line of each stanza but the last didn't bore and fit into each stanza. You have beautiful imagery and even incorporated sound. I felt like I was right there and tossed and turned myself. Amazing~!

[Victor Warui]

Thanks, its my pleasure you found pleasure reading the poem.