The death of hopeA Poem by AugustusDeath does not arrive unannounced at hope’s door. Its dark silhouette looms in the distance, long before its
labored steps are audible. Hope is not to be whisked away suddenly and painlessly to
the dark realm. Death doesn’t offer hope a gracious handshake. It permeates her very soul. Slowly, like a cancer savoring
its malignant work. Hope is a worthy adversary who fights to the bitter end. There is first the burning flame, then a pale and wispy
glow. Then a flicker, almost
imperceptible. And just as you think it is over, there is an illusion of a
renewed flame Like a mythical phoenix rising from the ashes. Alas, only mythical. As out of touch with reality as hope
had been her entire life. And then it ends in a forgotten moment. Who remembers when
the last leaf falls in winter? And I am left with naught but the fragile urn that holds her
memories, As death solemnly quotes a
truism for the ages: “There is no pain for those I take away, only for those I
leave behind” © 2022 AugustusReviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 17, 2022 Last Updated on May 17, 2022 AuthorAugustusCambridge, MAAboutMy name is Shreyas Gokhale. I have a PhD in Physics from the Indian Institute of Science and am currently a Post-doctoral Research Fellow at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. However, I guess.. more..Writing
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