COLD HOPE

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A bleak poem about life losses and change.

Submitted: July 14, 2008

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COLD HOPE

By nEoPOL

The rain poured and yet I ran,

falling through the world,

it's hollow substance,

no container for my woes.

***

Once there was purpose,

now there was only bleakness,

a sense of order lost,

direction changed.

***

The path still sodden,

the road still wet,

the end in sight,

but only sorrow to get.

***

The chance of a future,

a life recindled perhaps,

hope destined to take me,

it's cold embrace teasing me,

taunting me.

***

As time would pass,

the road would dry,

the footing solidify,

the answers so crass,

would inform me well,

that hope would be undoubendly, become my cell.


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