Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Hope Lives


When I’m alone

the Terror comes.

Doubting he enters in.

In isolation lurking:

Shame his fodder

Guilt his excrement


The Terror comes.

After victories won or when alone,

No matter my past

He is ready to strike.


Yet hope stands immortal.

Living in dark places

Fueled by what could be, burning bright.

Hope gives life as it casts light

Upon the darkness of a doubt.

Will you ever laugh again?


Hope thirsts to fight the Terror.

Take up your sword and fight

Strong warrior, dare to hope.

1 comment:

Alex said...

This is what it's all about.