9.Forlorn of all Hope
The willing ways surround me,
No path I can tread upon . . .
If life wasn’t such a riddle ahead,
Times so bad, nothing now to moan . . .
They say if wonders could still wonder,
Every emotion spent, the monuments groan . . .
The love that exuded so freely before,
Has long since now be gone . . .
The wait beyond time hasn’t got any close,
Closure so deserved, perhaps hope hasn’t yet shown . . .
Once the fire within shall light,
Extinguish darkness and perhaps thy will be grown . . .
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PoetryA collection of 13 poems, a drug for the desolate, a salve for the disheartened and a respite for those in anguish. . .
