Hope

 That moment when
Everything seems dull,
Devoid of colour, emotion
Devoid of life.
When you know that
Nature has been
Plotting your downfall all along.

 When life seems meaningless,
A vacuum, melancholy and dark
Sucking all happiness from it
Without a second's thought.

 When your heart seems
To be made of lead
Falling, falling
Into a never-ending abyss
Of sorrow, misery,
Of shattered dreams and lost hopes,
Of dried tears and choked voices.

 Then you know,
To keep going, to never stop
For nothing is ever
As bad as it seems,
And after a storm
Always comes a calm.

 

 

The End

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