The River Of Lost Hope Poem by Clay Dubberly

I roam the desolate wastelands of earth alone

A forlorn man,
Scarred with emptiness

Sorrow drapes over my shoulder
And it wearily droops to the ground,
like a weathered rag

Every day, when the sun is weary,
and retreats back to its lair,

I dance a waltz of agony...
listening to melodies of desolation...
The fire in my heart has been dowsed
My soul has been torched

Only rocks and rubble remain of what used to be a refuge of hope
But the walls were bombarded by death itself,
and they gave in.

Joy, once my greatest companion,
has been pulled from my grasp

Now it lies at the bottom of the sea
it strains to reach the surface for just on breath

...but to no avail...

the undertoe of woe pulls it beneath the raging waters below
...and it drifts away in the river of lost hope, never to be found again