In a terrain of loneliness and disparity,
Dreams are often denied,
Where life is but a narrow window
Opportunities, seldom seeping through
Raped at birth of the necessities of life,
Tormented minds scouring for hope,
Desperate hearts longing for comfort,
Living life the only way one could,
As the hands of time turn,
At its slow but sure pace,
Nothing to gain, only pain,
No relief, only grief…
Opportunities are shattered,
Destroying anything that ever mattered,
Despite all this anguish and adversity,
Hope leers, managing to let out a smile…
A beam of light shines through the window,
A warm breeze brings in a fragrance, comforting the mind,
The gentle swaying of the trees bring in a new tune,
Putting an end to the flow of endless streams,
With each breath, faith is strengthened,
Filling the heart with the will and desire to survive,
The vibrant seeds of ambition and perseverance are sown,
The sweet taste of sanguinity now filling the air.
The Hibster 