Never Live Without Hope

This one needs a lot of help, if someone doesn't mind?

A treasure trove of dreams
Crushed; No voice
Could stand the blow.

Wordlessly it crept;
This baby step,
This giant boot,
This Satan in a business suit.

 

In milliseconds; my soul
Cannot live,
For my spirit has been squashed
And I've nothing left to give.

So now a blackened cave
Shall be my grave,
Full with broken hopes
And splintered dreams.

This silent place; This sanctuary.
It's where I come to rest
My weary head.
It's all I need, and all I see:
Everything else for me is dead.

 

Sleeping beauty cannot wonder,
Cannot ponder,
Cannot think.
Cannot rebel against the stink
of power
Pressing her down.
Her chest a solid rock against the sound.

 

Dare me now?
To dream
When all else fails.
What's a girl to do?
Sit back?
Perhaps.
Just let them sink their hooks in you.

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[Najet Adwani]

Dreams take me far to a little girl running within lines, as flowers words explode in words giving their perfume to the reader of this poem , where I can see and feel a sacred world of a woman ambraced by a poetress...