Dark Mutterings

Release some darkness.

A road taken

At random

Without realizing it

Until too late.

A dream dreamt

Which tortures

One's soul

In an endless loop.

Hope

A four letter word

Uttered by people

As a curse word.

Faith

An epithet used

To deride the dreamer

And their aspirations.

As the soul flaps

Like a tattered flag

In the wind.

Barely

Hanging on

By mere threads

To the body.

Seeking release

Which never come

To those

Who want it.

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

You capture the struggle of holding onto hope and keeping faith while the cold winds of indifference blow. You've got great imagery in this piece. It is very powerful.

[therisa]

Thank you, Icelandicblue. I don't know, where this poem can't from, except, I'm struggling with seasonal depression. Often, during the early stages, my muse finds inspiration that produces poems, like this.