Hope Over Hope! Poem by The Ashraf Sheikh

Gained have i nothing, loser as i am;
At the end of the day, i pray; where do i stand!
Nothing yet comes to my witty wit
Nothing yet comes along the path so split,
Fragments and pieces and bits of dead memories,
Memories that are good for nothing!
Living with these hard bound facts
And living as if i never survived,
Simple to state but hard to express,
I stumble over these and over again
And at the end of the day again I pray,
Having hope over hope; I might rise
rise to a new sun
if not tomorrow perhaps then
any other day!