Treasure Island

Richard Dorrough


Hopeless


As I wander through the empty avenues,
Searching always searching,
I wonder which will lead me to the new beginning,
Or perhaps to the end of my emptiness

Everything appears so hollow,
As if the color of life has been hidden from my view,
Or stolen from my grasp,
The distance grows farther

Each day passes and the next begins,
And still no directions,
Which way to walk, to run,
My mind, my eyes cannot show me

Darkened windows and closed doors,
Shield the lives within,
Deny me a glimpse,
Who is right, What is wrong

And as the mornings break,
The sun shines colder,
My mind shakes and shivers,
Reaching to the embers that smolder inside,
For a bit of warmth

Hope and despair,
Hang in the balance,
The scales slightly tipping,
Yet all remains the same

Time is the healer,
Or so I had hoped,
But the streets are timeless,
And the road is ever longer

Give up I cannot, Hold on I must,
But my heart grows weary of wandering,
Give me back my sight,
So that I may feel the beauty again

Submitted: Tuesday, September 13, 2005

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