Hope

 

Hope

 

The trees cast shadows on man,

below the waves of life no one could know.

If the world they live and die to remake

or take the moments that created a lonely forsaken

path of wrath and pain that can’t restrain the life domain

on streets and towns, of back alley rooms.

If only gloom would someday soon,

be past not present, not future, but never, ever

be real or conceal a young man’s dreams.

No one ever plans how life leads towards things unknown,

where a man’s home are streets, so bleak,

it repeats and ends alone, like cold stones

thrown in the waters edge.

Please make a pledge to carry man in different directions

from life brought back to empty and lonely souls,

with no heartache and loneliness,

and pathways to make and shake the souls lost and bound.

Please hear the sounds

to change the lives of so many. 

It makes one cry.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoy

Reviews

[Jim Clarke]

What I like about your poem is the way you connect hope, change, and dreams. We all wish for a bright future, and your poem articulates a strong universal message.

Try my fairy tale. I think it would please you.