Hopelessness

What is there to do

When there is nothing

Left to say?

What else can one do

When all there is 

Is to pray?

Times of desperation

Are clouded in dread

Surrounding

One sliver of hope-

One hint of happiness-

One attempt at peace,

Such a faraway idea.

What can one possibly do

When joy refuses

To stay?

Reviews

[EllenMichelle29]

This is a very a very nice piece of writing. I liked it very much and I'm so so so glad you invited me to read your amazing work..

[Bluefire]

Very good, It reminds me of some far away town of which I do not know the name, in the, lets say, seventeenth century, a woman on her knees praying for hope but only finding hopelessness. Atleast that's the picture it conveyed in my mind ^^ Good job!

[Sarah Marie]

huh. That is a neat picture! Glad you like it!

[Bluefire]

:3

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I actually really enjoyed this Sarah. I like the struggle you have painted here between the balance of desperation and joy. I also like the repetition of "One" towards the end, because it gave your piece great emphasis. The only suggestion I have would may be to play with the first six lines, and go into more detail about your struggle. Make your audience really picture how you feel, but don't give it away.

[Sarah Marie]

Thanks! Glad you like it overall