Hope

A poem

Hope

 

Hope can turn~

 

into a sharp dagger,

 

pointed straight~

 

towards one’s heart.

 

When one’s dreams

 

~are burnt slowly,

 

day after day,~

 

and he’s left with nothing

 

~but the cold ashes.

 

© Haim Kadman 2011 �" all rights reserved.

 

Reviews

[Gomeisa]

Simple but true and meaningful.

I believe when people say, "I have no hope," or, "There is no hope left for me," it's not completely true or completely believed by the one who says so.

There will always be that little part of you that holds hope. Besides, when there is nothing left to do, all there is, is to hope. Isn't there?

This is a great write. Any piece of writing that can get the reader thinking is a great piece of writing. This was exactly that for me. Nice right and well done.

[Haim Kadman]

Thanks very much Gomeisa for your excellent analysis. I've expressed just one aspect which is the knowledge that hope can be exploited by others. I never lose hope of cousrse, but I'm aware to its disadvantages too.

[Gomeisa]

No problem and that is quite true. It seems to be more exploited now a days. It's also good to hear that at least one person hasn't given up on hope just yet.

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I don't think we can live without hope. We can stay alive and breathe, but to feel alive there is a need for some hope...yet, it can be turned against us by people who know what we hope for, and know that we will hold onto that hope until it hurts us so badly and deeply that we abandon it in sadness.

Very good poem, I enjoyed your style and message.

[Marie]

Yes...hope can certainly turn on us...and the higher the hope the further it has to fall...