The Sound of Hope

Synesthesia

Touch the sweetest possibility

Of happy days

And simple ways

 

Visualize velvet veracity

Full of the bright

And taintless light

 

But I can taste the dreary doubt

Playing your mind

Caught in a bind

 

It kills all optimistic praise

And slits the rope

To all my hope

 

Only to hang on by a thread

Waiting for sounds

Of hope to pound.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

A wonderfully written poem about the dark place so many of us can get trapped in. We need that light to find our way out of that dark place!