Darkness

Darkness

A Poem by krissie

the night light shines through my window grills
illuminating my head with hope?

no-

hope has passed on, buried in a coffin
thrown into the furnace, never to be seen

ashes left in a jar
a jar i place close to my bedside

mother says that's why i can never go to sleep
but she watches the labyrinth of mess i make and

says nothing - only for this, for
she yells for everything else, and anyone

i grip the jar of hope with my sweaty palms
shaking it a little, and alas!

the cap comes off

ashes scatter all over my hands, my immobile hands
want to hold onto the dust, tightly

but my mind says no

reason with me: hope has died, hope had
succumbed to death, plagued by evil

no matter how i try to grasp that
little bit of greyish hue of hope

i don't recognise it anymore.

© 2008 krissie


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This is great! I like the idea of trying to grasp the jar, as in holding on to hope? - perhaps...This was a very deep and thought provoking poem. Welcome! and keep it up!

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Added on April 15, 2008

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krissie
krissie

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i'm krissie, 20 this year. i love writing more than anything else in the world, but i accept that i am merely another mediocre writer out there. i do this as a hobby, because i love words and poetry, .. more..

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