Hopeless of Hopefull We'Ll Never Know
H e walks down the road
O n the dark twisting never ending road
P ushing past the invisible chains that had once held him back
E arth breaking in bits and pieces, like crumbs from a cake, under his feet
L ooking at the road, but there was nothing there to see
E verything crying out for help but they were hopeless indeed
S oon he saw a glint of light in the dead grass, a sliver of hope,
S topping to see what it was, he saw a key
O nly he saw the key, the key invisible to others passing by, he picked it up and pocketed it
R ising in happiness he walked on, happy for being shown a sliver of hope in the darkness of life
H opping and skipping for joy... he spotted something else, a coin, old and rusted
O n he walked for it held no meaning to him without those whom he held dear to him
P ausing in disgust at the sight of a murky sea full of people
E very crevasse of the sea was filled with dead fish, which the birds picked at
F or all animals were dead due to the pollutants, only that was not what disgusted him
U seless as the murky sea seemed, others were in the murky sea, staying till life’s end
“L ovely isn’t it?” a stranger asked him. All he could do was stare at the man in disgust
“L ovely?!? It a sad excuse of a puddle, that’s what it is, Ugly!” He says and storms away
W alking along the road he came across a gate and became curious
E ven though something inside him told him not to he tried opening the gate anyways
‘L osing patience he tried breaking the lock
L ost in pure curiosity he tried and tried only to fail once again
N ot happy, he tried his one and only option left, jumping the gate
E cstatic that he would finally get over the gate he jumped into the black oblivion
V OOSH!!!
E xpecting to land but falling forever into the black oblivion
R egretting his carless decision
K nowing that it would never end, but wishing it would
N ow as he fell he thought of the ones he left behind on his journey
O n and on he fell down through the black oblivion
‘W hen will it end?’ He asked himself but the answer, I’m afraid, would never come
(Key= Happiness, Coin= Wealth, Pond= Love, and Gate= Life after death)
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