What a world.
Don’t get me wrong, I am full of hope. I believe in optimism. But sometimes, you just have to fall on your face and weep because of everything.
And yet… and yet. There is always hope.
But this is one of those collapsing times. God help us all.
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Hope?
Where?
I see it not from here,
Straining, is it there?
I think.
Through the ominous glare,
it shines in the darkness like a candle.
But what’s this?
It’s out of reach.
I see it,
I long for it,
I stretch out mine hand,
praying, reaching… reaching…
alas..
It’s too far.
It sits there,
small and seemingly insignificant,
Infinitesimal to the darkness shrouding it,
But a light all the same.
When living in a turbid of twilight,
A lamp of light, is enough to urge one on with life,
where there is no dearth of darkness,
There is only paucity of hope.
Yet I refuse to abdicate.
I will not relinquish my burden.
And so I trudge on, with morose elan.
A broken Atlas, bearing the sorrows of the world.