With all of a hatred.
Incremented by bountiful.
A dark embrace switched around.
With all of choices turned into chances.
With all of companions disappear.
Prothrounding hope appears.
With all turnups in one nightstay.
When the world flatters.!
Hopes do matter.!
Deep down in through the veins.
Discomfort hearts all in pain.!
Still somewhere a sign,
To walk past gain..
A furlong way to travel.
Deep inside there starts a rebel.
Though being gaiety is not done at all.!
The world isn't cruel.
But the people are,
So making hope our only inducement.
Trying to keep them inevitable.
World turns down..
A sweet voice hope turns up.
With all of backs against me.
Hope is the one confronting me.
Stories of hallucination Is all we expect.
Drained up on feets.
Lies down upon a imposed defeat.!
This place isn't full of indulgency.
Cause you aren't meant here forever.
When being an intrepid lasts only option.
Were living isn't must than trying,
Prospects beneath, along those discreets
Rises a hope compared to none,
Deprived from faith to last long.
When nothing last, hope does..
May the world be better or it may flatter.
But hope do matters.
- damselin❤
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem