If I had hope,
I would tell you,
How I felt,
How I see

But hope slipped away,
Through the clenched fists of hands

Like a rain drop,
In a vast lake,
Of sand

Like a penny,
In a penniless land

Hope disappeared,
On the greyest of days,
When even the light,
Subdued to it’s gaze

The gaze of doubt,
Burns my skin,
Shakes my being,

Is this being?
Or am I,
My own biggest question,

Too busy asking,
To hear an answer?