Friday, October 8, 2010


Through the wilderness and forest
everyday i run
all night and day
past the moon and sun

i run to ward it off
to get rid of it someday
but it haunts as it follows
it's hell bent to stay

it lurks in the corners
it springs up in the face
holds a sweetened knife
stalks with quickened pace

i implore it to let go
"please set me free"
it's a parasite, doesn't listen
it sucks its life from me

i could peel it off my skin
or burn it or throw away
if only i could touch it
or make it do as i say

but HOPE is a hopeless thing
a shadow that never leaves
it thrives on despair
never heals, only grieves.


  1. "but HOPE is a hopeless thing" – seems so truly true sometimes to me too.

    Now some lines from YOUR blog only:
    Persistance is what makes the impossible possible, the possible likely, and the likely definite
    - Robert Half
    The path from dreams to success does exist. May you have the vision to find it, the courage to get on to it, and the perseverance to follow it.
    - Kalpana Chawla

    So good a poem.
    You apparently see the old man preaching!! (it may also be a concerned person admiring…)

  2. but at some point of time........
    heart dies slow death shedding each hope like leaves until there are none, no hope nothing remains.....
    -Arthur Golden