HOPE…used and misunderstood? or just out of reality
others consider them as a state of mind unexpressed
a set back from the pain that is in search of a way out
or just a feeling that is in severe longing…
HOPE…a wish-deprived of truth? or just being unknown
others consider it fulfillment yet undone and unseen
behind the unconsciousness of the mind, it lies
or just at its rest, motionless there waiting
HOPE…can be a dream in a fatality? or just out of the possibility
others consider them as what minds reap in thoughts
a memory left untouched by a conviction of consciousness
or just a mere perception of one’s own expectations
HOPE…is never fully understood yet loved by all
others clenched tight on it and never let go
to whatever tomorrow will be, their heart keeps holding on
or seeing them as the only reason to live by life
this is HOPE to whatever it brings to a soul
to whatever it brings to everyone’s heart
it makes them believe…it makes them live
HOPE TILL HOPE IS GONE AND HOPE TO HOPE AGAIN
Engaging and insightful,this is a fine exemplar of the author’s inimitable poetic acumen.
Profound perspectives on hope pervade this lovely literary work.
HOPE TILL HOPE IS GONE AND HOPE TO HOPE AGAIN
Isn’t it that with hope our soul rises like the phoenix to start all over again from the ashes? lovely poem on dwindling hope to hope again…
“HOPE…is never fully understood yet loved by all”, as Emily Dickinson’s poem tells that hope is a giving thing it doesn’t take for itself as: ” it never ask a crumb of me”
“HOPE TILL HOPE IS GONE AND HOPE TO HOPE AGAIN”-end strikes!
A new perspective: “hope….used and misunderstood?”