LOSING HOPE

LOSING HOPE

The little hope in me is about to bleed,
Castles in my sky are falling down,
Replaced by bitter, ominous clouds,
My aspirations crumbling to the ground.

I do not know how, I do not know why,
It matters not, for my tomorrows
Wither away, drowning in sorrows,
Corrupting the air, screaming goodbye.

The garden that flourished my ambition,
Has been deprived of life; turned to stone,
All is dead and gone, but one lonely rose,
Shedding its petals as it wistfully groans.

Suffocating amongst the woeful weeds,
Losing sight as pain pierces my eyes,
Succumbing, as the fight in me dies,
…The little hope in me amply bleeds.

Conquered and beaten, my garden is ruined,
I hug the cold barren ground in relief and doubt,
Searching for comfort where none can be given,
The little hope in me is all bled out.

Author's Note

Awarded 4th place in the following contest:
http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Poetry-Contest!/11408/

Reviews

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Have you ever read The Garden by HP Lovecraft? If not may I suggest you do. Your piece reminds of this because of its intense, profound imagery. There is a lot of raw emotion interlaced throughout. I like how the first line is reiterated in the last as if to stress the chronology of that tad bit of hope one desperately holds onto before it completely extinguishes leaving one bereft, void.

[Cassiopia Summers]

Nice, I like it.

[FeliciaS (Poetic Prince..]

So been there hun, many times! Very well written!

[Marshall Hanson]

Very powerful poem! Every line filled with passion. Good job!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the agony~ the slow peel of spirit is agonizing~ a powerful poetic digging deep into the ground of depression and hopelessness~

[Kes]

aww, this is gorgeous. so dark... the imagery is great. I love this kind of thing. You're a great writer, you know.

[Luke Logan]

I feel your pain. I feel your pain.

[Leanne Conway]

I love this =D It's beautiful!

[OkieWonKenokie]

Wow. So much emotion. I love the lines

The garden that flourished my ambition,
Has been deprived of life; turned to stone,
All is dead and gone, but one lonely rose,
Shedding its petals as it wistfully groans.

Beautiful lines. I love this one.

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"The garden that flourished my ambition,
Has been deprived of life; turned to stone,
All is dead and gone, but one lonely rose,
Shedding its petals as it wistfully groans."

{awesome--great verse-and you truly keep a helpless/hopeless
mood throughout this poem- I love this poem--magnificent write}

james:-)