HOPELESS HOPE
A symphony of sadness
Is being played upon my heart
My mind, the Devil’s Attic,
Has been shrouded in dark
I am mortally wounded
Although no blood has been lost
Like the soul’s serenade
There’s no thaw to the frost
A remote recovery
Lies in the ashes of love
It is there for me to grasp
To cherish and hold
The cascading waterfall
The silently setting sun
Are there to remind me
Of a new hope just begun
So well written. Your last line is very beautiful and cancels out the darkness. Peace and love to you.
Mayr