Forlorn Hope

…a poem on forlorn hope

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That feeling, was it maddening, like stark-crazed maddening,

to realize you were the only soldier running towards it?

The only one lost enough to strike a match in a windstorm

The only one to light the lantern lamp when it befits?—

 

Is it wrong you were that imbecile holding the candle,

or the one raising that tattered flag in the desert?

Why should you be those unwavering traces of light,

Those beacons of hope in despair, is it worth all the effort?

 

Where has it gotten you? But lonely with each sunset,

Unable to rip away from your own forlorn nights

To terms you came with yourself for casting away the sun

Instead you let the darkness drink well your impassioned plight

 

A pity it is, that in perished hope you search for rebirth

As though the leaves have not yet shriveled away from the tree

Like when the climbing sun is so close to the horizon

But a rainstorm overtakes the plains, and light never comes to be

 

Why is it that you hold out hope, you continue to pray,

As though death was not that stern mistress or fellow you knew,

In the black velvet of a shadowed heart you’d find the truth

That in those moments of emptiness, hope was forged anew.

 

Did it feel like your heart fell through your gut when you found out?

That all those prayers and well wishes never actually panned out

Or when you wanted to believe so badly in something good

But never accepted the answer was riddled in doubts.

 

Was it maddening, that feeling, the moment you lost hope,

or was it you knew that it was something you’d never find

This vacuum of empathy that crept in, was in fact life,

Was that the moment you recognized your soul was blind?

 

 

 

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

6 thoughts on “Forlorn Hope

  • April 9, 2018 at 4:54 PM
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    Paul, this is a great piece on Forlorn Hope. Remarkable – I am very impressed and enjoyed reading this. Thank you for picking up that challenge in the newsletter.

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    • April 11, 2018 at 9:36 PM
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      Not a problem Phyllis, and thank you for your kind words. Glad you enjoyed this.

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  • April 9, 2018 at 5:12 PM
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    So thought-provoking Paul, in question of being human, losing hope and finding it again. This what it is to be human, to question, to fall to rise and hopefully learn. Lovely piece my friend, filled with much to ponder. Great work as always. Cheers!

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    • April 11, 2018 at 9:37 PM
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      I am glad you enjoyed this piece Tony. Being human has got to be one of the most complicated things in the world.

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  • April 11, 2018 at 4:01 AM
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    Paul, your picture and defining words bring so much home to me. Especially the picture. If only we could keep the power of positive lit in our souls. Sometimes, it is just so hard. Very well written, my friend!

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    • April 11, 2018 at 9:38 PM
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      Thank you so much my friend, i am glad you took favor with this offering.

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