16 December 2012

The Battleground of Expectation


























hope floats,
some say,
castles in the air
shining belief
in the unattainable
riding slipstreams
above their haloed heads
but not for me

no, for me
hope
is a bloodied warrior
grim faced
scarred
too many campaigns
in the name of chance
countless slaughters
in pursuit
of grace

hope,
this combatant
who shields
my fragile wounds
moves his terrible visage
closer to my face
and whispers
in a breath scented
by desire's death
that he is, yet,
hope

2 comments:

  1. Hope does not need substance, oh yes, it's just itself.

    "and whispers / in a breath scented / by desire's death" - such great lines : )

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