Cold sorrow looms over my heart,
seeking out all hope, destroying it
all along the way
Hope struggles to stay alive,
sprinting on light feet to
avoid being found
But the darkness is stronger
Slowly it locates all joy,
leaving me with nothing but
the agony of defeat
But yet, there is the slightest
glimmer, unscathed by this darkness
saving my soul
And this light is stronger
Cleared For Departure 
Personally, I had been going through a lot of drama, as we highschoolers call it. During Chemistry class one day, while we had extra time, I had an epiphany: the slightest bit of hope that I had would result in happiness. So, why as a fellow man, would I choose to keep this though from the world.
Also, expressing this truth in poetic form allowed me to really play with the syntax, and personify abstract nouns, bringing them to life in a new way.
By: wfloydk on November 25, 2009
at 3:18 pm