I hope to have hope. I need to cope.
Life’s a steep slope. Living is like climbing
up a burning rope. These four letters form
protection from the storm. I search for
the light that guides my sight. I try to fly
this kite every day and night. I try to win
this fight – to ensure there is nothing left.
I hope I have hope – a burning light
in the dark. I hope to be myself.
I hope I can be of some help.
Feeling down for reasons unknown
Fed up with pressures surrounded
Stuck in a mind of your own
Knowing each memory is counted
Stomach pressed and squeezed
Living the days with a straight face
Wondering if others are pleased
And truly happy in their place.
Wondering. Thinking. Wishing
For something more meaningful
BUT
With motivation and desire missing
Bodies are left with starving souls.
The brain can say what it wants
Almost like a separate entity;
BUT
The eyes feed the brain
and should not be enemies.
Believe what you see and
Paint the picture fitting
How valuable life is, man?
Priceless.
There is no bidding.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 