Hope

In the deepest darkest dungeons of gloom,

There he hid, his face against the cold floor;

Life felt like a door-less closed room,

It had failed him, beaten him, made him sore.

He tries to smile, his eyes betray,

Tears come uninvited, they are here to stay.
What do they want?
Are they here just to taunt?

They bring with them a beautiful melancholy,

Which bleeds his heart, refusing to heal any day.

Enough he says, Cant take this any more!

The time hath come to call it quits.

Never before had he felt so sure.
In that corner, with closed eyes he sits.

But then there's a flash! 

And there's light..

Every thing suddenly seems so bright!

He picks himself up, but the wounds still pain.

Staring at the light, without complain.

This life of which the author he is,

shall have the ending that shall tell the world,

that he got up that day and fought till the end,

And should he fall, he shall rise again..

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