Somelines

Hope is trivial here.

Contempt is a daily companion.

And yet, the sun rises--every single day.

It hangs there till dusk,

In a merciless sky.

...

And some lonely, despair-drenched youth

Will keep staring--

Unblinking--

At that sun.

Even though

His soot-stained eyes will melt.

Even though

His face will burn.

Still.

Still--he will keep looking.

Relentlessly.

...