Hopelessness is the worst feeling of all
Hope must be the very scaffolding upon which we build ourselves
Because the moment hope dissipates the moment it begins to wear and give way
We collapse within forgetting any light that ever previously illuminated the circumstance
When you demolish a building, you don't have to destroy every piece but merely compromise its infrastructure
The same goes for destroying a person, or even a group of people. You don't have to destroy them as a whole but simply destroy their hope and watch as they collapse inwardly
Love is forbidden
To those who fight
Who fight for love
For love is not.
Love is given
To those who need
Who need love
For love is fickle.
Love is lost
To those who try
Who try for love
For love is cruel.
Love is none
None of these for me
For I have you
And love is mine
The hopelessness hold so many worthy people hostage.
The key to rescue is in truth, Faith and healing, love of Christ.
Like you I too was at one time, held a prisoner by its grasp.
But it took Christ to rescue me from its slimy clutches.
I needed to know I am loved, and worthy of complete joy.
I may not always be happy but I do have joy in my life.
To know whom you are in Christ is the key to rescue.
But so many end up ending their life because of this.
But once you realize just how special that you are.
This is where the healing will take place in your life.
I’m left with no one to talk to,
with none to ever share
Only my blackened heart to feel,
the crouching, gray despair
I want to shout, to scream for help,
but I don’t have a voice
My soul is left in darkest void
without a single choice
The shadows whisper at my name,
they want to get along
They sing for me, and cry for me
a very woeful song
But I don’t care, I never heed
I know it’s now too late
To fix my very crippled life
And untwine my twined fate
It’s gone now, I failed all of it
I left it, I did shun
Leaving it to rot and to die
And wither cold and wan…
I look in the mirror,
and what do I see?
staring back at me.
It seems no matter
what I do,
I just can't seem
to get through to you.
I'm clawing away
at what's left of me.
and people won't let
the pieces be.
I shed those pieces for a reason.
I'm sick of being stuck in this rainy season.
Walking around with a cloud above my head.
Sometimes I think I'd much rather be dead.
Hopelessness is swallowing me.
For all my life I've been it's prey.
Sometimes strong, sometimes weak,
I've always managed to hold on,
but my grip is loosening.
My dreams have been squelched
and my imagination is fading.
I'm tired of pushing boulders uphill
only to watch them roll back down.
My shiny glaze of compassion has dulled.
Flaccid are my heartstrings,
flying ramdomly like torn ribbons
on a misguided kite.
Where can I escape and become
someone else somewhere else?
hopelessness is a fish gasping in oxygen
I take in the air but I refuse to call this
breathing and I refuse to call it dying.
I call this a desert; an eternity missing
the shoreline, missing the ocean wave
tango before leaving with the moon. I
refuse to call it foolish to hope I can be
more than a carousel ride of mistakes,
a revolving door of regrets. "I am more
I am more" I whisper to the moon.
Hopelessness is losing all your senses
and believing in love, or music, belie-
ving you can dance with the shoreline
one more time even with the saltwater
in your lungs, even with the ocean
waves pulling you back because
"I am more, I am more" the moon whispers, and
you believe him.
I see no future
Or even a glimmer of hope
Of a better future
For this planet where we interlope
Those who assure
That there is still hope
Are those day dreamers
Or those dope
Who try to justify the wrong
Of their brothers in crookedness
With such pseudo optimistic talk
Of hope filled with hopelessness.
So my dear brethren who mock
If you want to lead a truly natural life
Here in this world of our children
You will have to become a total recluse
And completely withdraw from society
Or leave this earth with some excuse
Just like the noble rats
Which jump this ship,
Called a sinking world of farts
there comes that feeling
hopelessness and fear.
do I let it run amuck
or do I let my soul
jump up and down?
looking forward to this challenge
hopelessness and fear
turns into excitement and wonder
They lit a toothpick on fire to light a candle,
dropped it and lit the carpet on fire.
She was upstairs and faking it.
The guys next door were cooking crack
for the sons of senators. Americans.
I am in front of a 21st century typewriter
and I understand that this life is the
flavor of water. I wish they’d just kill
me already and get it over with.
I’m in a land where strange customs prevail.
I’m home. I’m almost alone. I can’t taste it.
It’s over now though. The past makes sense.
The coffee is cold, the hope is gone.
It’s comfortable. It’s over now.