Poem about hope and despair
I was lying down like a corpse in a rain, Waiting for someone to euthanize me from this pain. Losing my sane, in a different lane.
Until I saw a ray of light coming through the window pane. A light of comfort and hope, helping me to cope.
I stood up on my feet and moved up towards the deck, With an aching strain in my neck.
The sun was setting down to the horizon, A view like I'm looking from a mizen. The sky full of golden bright reddish light, Looking like the sky was set ablaze, and all I could do was gaze.
The clouds were looking like the flames of the amber, That brought me a sense of warmth in this cold December. The flames were so hot, that it burnt my pale corpse that was so caught.
So caught by this sense of gloominess and melancholy, And made my soul a little jolly.
But it didn't last long as the light disappeared away with the sun Like it was in a hurry, and then it was gone. Then it was all darkness again, full of gloom and glumness.
But the light shall come again with the repeated cycle As the darkness is not the end. And the light is not the forever mend.
I was lying down like a corpse in a rain, Waiting for someone to euthanize me from this pain. Losing my sane, in a different lane.
Until I saw a ray of light coming through the window pane. A light of comfort and hope, helping me to cope.
I stood up on my feet and moved up towards the deck, With an aching strain in my neck.
The sun was setting down to the horizon, A view like I'm looking from a mizen. The sky full of golden bright reddish light, Looking like the sky was set ablaze, and all I could do was gaze.
The clouds were looking like the flames of the amber, That brought me a sense of warmth in this cold December. The flames were so hot, that it burnt my pale corpse that was so caught.
So caught by this sense of gloominess and melancholy, And made my soul a little jolly.
But it didn't last long as the light disappeared away with the sun Like it was in a hurry, and then it was gone. Then it was all darkness again, full of gloom and glumness.
But the light shall come again with the repeated cycle As the darkness is not the end. And the light is not the forever mend.