There is light.
I see the rays spread out
Touching the dark particles
Then broken, shattered in the grotto.
There hope dies.
There we die in the cave of the void.
I digress.
I lose my breath and cling to what.
Where is the dream of hope.
Despair.
I tear up the lottery ticket,
But will use the numbers again... and again.
Is that hope?
Forlorn and desperate I wait
For a resurrection,
A new light to pin such aspirations.
I long for a spark to ignite the darkness,
To dispel the abyss of dreams.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 7:36 AM UTC
There is light.
I see the rays spread out
Touching the dark particles
Then broken, shattered in the grotto.
There hope dies.
There we die in the cave of the void.
I digress.
I lose my breath and cling to what.
Where is the dream of hope.
Despair.
I tear up the lottery ticket,
But will use the numbers again... and again.
Is that hope?
Forlorn and desperate I wait
For a resurrection,
A new light to pin such aspirations.
I long for a spark to ignite the darkness,
To dispel the abyss of dreams.
