Phantasmal Belief ' A Wingless Clown In A Four-Walled Red Room ' Aka: ' Hope Ain'T Gone, Hope Is The Goal ' Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Phantasmal Belief ' A Wingless Clown In A Four-Walled Red Room ' Aka: ' Hope Ain'T Gone, Hope Is The Goal '



Watching her cry, hiding in the shadows, in the same red room;
Stops a second, turns around, nobody's there, and then resume.
Drowning in her own mind, no relief could she find;
Trying not to wake up, from the dream of a bride and groom.

Looks ahead from the window, of a fatal future doom!
With all the bright promises, her world still, she does gloom.
Wishes that life was a tape, certainly she would rewind;
Yet, she was bind, to her mistakes that always zoom.

The soundtrack of her life, that looks like a tomb;
Like a beast, her happiness, it does consume.
‘Escaping' she can't, her, the beast keeps to rebind,
By virtue, she was blind, goodness that runs in a flume.

Trapped in four walls of sadness, four walls of concrete;
'I can't get out of here! ' to herself, she keeps to repeat.
Completely lost in a realm, that the sun never shined,
Sometimes she smiled, as the rain on her face did sleet.

Afraid of her end, under the six feet!
Not noticing that, her end daily, she does meet,
When wishing her love was the only angel, of all mankind.
Stop dreaming! wake up! before your life, away does fleet!

A glimpse of hope, when he goes there;
With a big axe, destroying her walls of everywhere,
Giving her his hands, with a ring preciously refined,
A ring of life, a ring that conquers all her despair.

No more acting, you're not the only one with more than a face!
People aren't what they seem, here and every place.
Of a normal life, with no more strife, she always pined;
Yet, it's an anonymous winner, of lives' everyday race.

So wipe those tears, the makeup, and burn the disgrace;
Remove the red nose, and your present, you should chase,
Cherish what's in your hands, before it is declined!
And live for the moment, with pride, people, you should face.

Her pricks of conscience built those four walls!
That beast was her, leading to a downfall.
'It's better than before.' she always recalls,
Yet, Hope Ain't Gone, Hope Is The Goal.

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