This is one of the very first poems I ever wrote, I was 16 years old at the time. Hope you enjoy!
Hope
Depression is hard;
It is desperate,
It is desolate, comfortless, dark
Hopeless
A race from the blast
Rushing, running
A struggle to sprint
A strain to slip away;
Back burns with fire
Singeing, searing
Until Wrong is Right
Black is White
Dark is Light
A cinder block tied to a foot
Dragging, sinking
A struggle to swim,
A strain to float;
Lungs fill with icy water
Swirling, sinking
Until Wrong is Right
Black is White
Dark is Light
A vortex in the air
Suffocating, spinning
A struggle to stand,
A strain to stay grounded;
Feet lift up
Flying, floating
Until Wrong is Right
Black is White
Dark is Light
Hope is hard;
It is happy,
It is joyful, content, bright
Comfortable
An airport reunion
Hugging, kissing,
An ease of pain
A cessation of worrying;
Tears fall
Laughing, holding
Until Wrong is Right
Black is White
Dark is Light
And all is right with the world.
May 9, 2018 at 3:56 pm
Beautiful
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May 9, 2018 at 4:34 pm
Good start!
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