HOPE
It’s dark, overcast –
A gloomy night approaches
Like a monster on tiptoe
To engulf the fading day.
A hypocritical city stares
From behind the neon signs.
And restaurants bustling with people
Who do not know who they are.
It is futile to try and open their eyes.
They are lost in a maze of desire.
Afraid of getting caught
And living in a world of masquerades
Pretending to laugh and cry.
It is all just a useless charade.
Silhouettes passing by on the endless road.
I stare at the dark hour
Waiting for an angel to rescue me
With her grace, glory and power.
It is hopeless to be hopeful
Standing on a razor’s edge.
Living in an age of betrayal and deceit
The hearts of people we cannot gauge.
Suddenly the darkness flickers.
A ray of hope touches my soul.
It kindles a burnt out flame
And lights up the path to my goal.
It is not the end that I desire.
Just the feeling of treading the road
That pleases me and haunts me
And helps me unwind the miseries
Of the life that looks upon me
From behind my back and mockingly says,
“You do not know what you have done,
You will repent one day.”
But the temptation is too strong to avoid
For it promises freedom from this world.
A refuge from hypocrisy and disbelief.
An oasis or a mirage I know not,
But I run after the faint glow
That grows brighter each day.
Hoping it will never burn out
For it is my last hope of deliverance.
