Anton K


The Death Of Hope - Poem by Anton K

It's quiet now.
The candle's out and
every silver lining has a cloud.
The flower's been plucked and
its petals have fallen and
shriveled in the stagnant air.
The song has ended and forfeited its
grip in favour of evergreen silence.
The silken curtains are torn and
bitten, digested by the freshly-hatched
offspring of moths, dusty-winged
and dying on the greasy windowsill.
The scent of the summer garden
has been amputated by emotionless Time.
The trees are
growing solemn and grey,
and the fingers
of winter languidly
lessen their pulse.
The shadows of branches
in the night address me.
Their bony hands
summon me and I follow.

Whispers itch in
my ears and I think
of Hope, as the Greeks
of old described her.
Hope was a spirit, imprisoned with
all the other evils
in a box or jar
entrusted to the woman
Pandora. Forbidden by the
gods to open the jar, Pandora could
not resist the seductive voice
of ever-goading curiosity. She
lifted the lid and out flew all the evils
and diseases into the
earth - infecting the
world with their cankered selves.
Quickly had Pandora shut the jar -
but only Hope had not escaped - it
begged and bargained to be freed, but
was unheeded by the woman Pandora.
Hope was buried, encased forever,
bound like the Titan to
the rock by the sea. Hope alone
was withheld from the unfortunate
inhabitants of earth - and so it has been
ever since. Men and women trust
in mirages and dust. And the
hoarse cries of Hope were suffocated
in the darkness long ago.

Topic(s) of this poem: depression, hope, reality, sadness

Form: Blank Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I am sorrowful for incurable reasons. There truly is no hope for me, no effective consolation this side of the grave. As grim and repugnant as this sounds, it is the ice-cold, odious truth. I possess a petty, ugly soul: and it is pettiness alone that spurs my stupid desire to share the asinine verses I've written.

Comments about The Death Of Hope by Anton K

  • Chinedu Dike (11/29/2015 2:42:00 PM)


    Lovely fairytale that captures the essence of hope in the life of man, insightfully penned in poetic diction with conviction. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Anton. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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  • Dr.tony Brahmin (11/11/2015 1:16:00 PM)


    The shadows of branches
    in the night address me.
    Their bony hands
    summon me and I follow. fine descriptions, greek legend. pandora.
    hope imprisoned.......... a very fine poem. but the question remain in me. should it be so pessimistic. hope. and hopelessness?
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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 10, 2015


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