Hope

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I listen with quiet sadness,
as I hear the constant madness.
How did I get here?
The answer isn't very clear.

I live in constant terror,
trying to find my error.
But there's no absolute solution,
except the execution.

I try to find the light
in this dark room.
I have to fight
my own doom.

But how?
I have to find my courage,
the light in this dark corner.
I have to find my
Hope.

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This is the last poem for the project. Since you guys have been so patient with me, I have something special lined up for the next one. It's not my norm, and I've never done anything like it, but hopefully it turns out alright.

Hope everyone has a wonderful Morning/Afternoon/Evening!

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