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Desparate Without Hope

Updated on December 7, 2011

The rain it falls

It opresses all

The sun may shine

But not in enough time

The stomch grumbles

Food is a phantom

The eyes do blur

Reality is out of fashion

Hope is gone

Gone but not forgotten

Desparation seeps

Though the soul has concentration

The will to try

Seeks no reason to what or why

Long lost life

The end of all strife

Hope exists

Elusive chance to catch a glimpse

It is all but gone

Any desire to carry on

The day brings joy

But so much sorrow

Depression creeps

No hope for tomorrow

When all is done

It will not matter

Life goes on

Memories do scatter

So it matters not

If life is good to you

In the end it does not last

For life exists without you


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    • Pamela Kinnaird W profile image

      Pamela Kinnaird W 5 years ago from Maui and Arizona

      I think it can be fairly said when a person is really down, really, really down -- if they look around and find someone out on the street who needs as much help or love as they do -- and if they give it in whatever way they are able (which might not be much, but still they do something with a kind word or a small conversation) life is better. I think it can be fairly said that service coupled with prayer brings back the hope....and brings the needed blessings, too.

      I hadn't seen your writings in awhile, so I stopped in to read. This poem is full of imagery.

    • Margolyn profile image

      Margolyn 6 years ago from Wisconsin

      The sun will come out tomorrow, wait and see, cause I got people in high places to help make it be...

    • Innuentendre profile image

      Innuentendre 6 years ago from Houston, Texas

      Depression is a beast Arthur Fontes. Emotional states favor life in that they are also fleeting. What seems to be the end may be the beginning of a season. Even your worst hour is temporary. Voted up and interesting! PWIV