A Hope In Hell

A quick poem about the fragility of individual humans, and the will not to give in.

A Hope in Hell

 

Pouring rain, I’m insane, metal brain, bound in human chains

Tenacity is my cane as I stagger onwards

Braggarts aren’t honest, so I can’t walk away, they laugh and say break a leg

Staining the ground my colour in a stupor, bodies soar, please, no more

Pushing petals, smushing devils but hell has no end

Experiencing the same thing all over again

I remember when I had a friend, a life, a hope, a slice, once was light a kite

Now I don’t feel so bright

A slight anger keeps me going, stumbling towards redemption, showing me that stowing these memories away has a purpose

I remember being made part of that circus, where they broke my legs, a service that these lips don’t speak freely

I seek unity, not frailty, but that isn’t a tune for me to hum

I’m weak like my tea, strum my heart and it won’t make a sound because I lost my beat

I have a kettle full of problems I can’t settle,

Want a taste?

Can’t defend myself from being erased because I don’t have a way to face adversity

Cursed to be reminded of how you beat me every time you treat me

The nurse said have seat please but I don’t want to eat these pills anymore

That’s what I know hopelessness is for, and I haven’t given up yet

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[wordman]

this is the kind you can just dance trough,it has a melody