Lost Hope Poem by Mira Graves

“Look closely at the horizon so endless,
tell me what it is, that your eyes see.”
Gently resting on the mizen, action-less
a dear and close friend asked of me.
“All that I always envision, is the vast sea.”
was all that I, sadly and exhausted said
fighting back the tears, sure to be shed.

“Why such a grim face you make?
you should know, that all is not lost.
Leave behind that nightmare and awake,
only then, can your fears away be tossed
so your soul, can safely reach the coast.”
While his words echoed in my locked mind,
I could feel the coming of a favorable wind.

“See? There is still some luck with you.
Look, what is that graceful thing? ”
He asked, pointing at the sky so blue.
“It is but a bird, slowly and tired flying.
But, why such sad tune, does it sing?
Does it too, have much to grieve,
that it's nest, it had to painfully leave? ”

My companion, to my answer fell silent.
“You are still, blinded by your sorrow,
for the way that the bird flies, is violent.
Yes, towards it's fate it heads like an arrow.
And it's tune. Ahh masters, will it overthrow.
It does not grieve, for there is no regret.
You were once like that. Or did you forget? ”

I knew what is was that he had meant.
Yet all that was buried, by cruel deception.
“Yourself you would be, if not for that event,
your mourning and sulking, strong addiction,
must end, or it will become your perdition.
Regain that which was lost and so dear,
but do not dwell, in what is not yet near.”

I listened, but was still troubled by doubt.
“To have back that which was misplaced,
to the end of the world, would be my route.
Even if the risks were the worst to be faced,
even if all I had, would have to be replaced,
I would face every danger to get it back.
for there is no joy, in having a soul so black.'

“Having said this, why do you doubt so intensely? ”
Demanded my friend with a look full of reproach.
“Because, that which I have lost, is exactly,
that that'll give me the strength to my goal approach.
It is the key to wake my heart, the same key out of reach.
It is what, with the turmoil in my body, makes me cope,
for the forgotten treasure I have buried is my hope.”


A/N: I do not know if I should continue or if I should just leave it there. I feel like it should continue but I love the way it ends. Any suggestions?
(I apologize if there are grammar mistakes. Please point them out so I can correct them!)