book of poems

sorrows grip

In shadows deep, where hope's dim light decays,
Despair slithers, haunting every waking hour.
Its icy grip, relentless, cannot sway,
As darkness claims the heart with ruthless power.

Forlorn, my soul is trapped in endless night,
No gleam of longing flickers in my chest.
A weighty fog enshrouds all thoughts with might,
And drowns the dreams that once were manifest.

In sorrow's grip, my spirit lies restrained,
As days grow bleaker, hopes begin to fade.
Like a wilted bloom, no comfort is regained,
And anguish mocks the dreams that I have made.

But deep within, a flicker still survives,
A dim flame of hope that strives and strives.

For hope, though fragile, blooms in dire despair,
A beacon of light that guides the weary soul.
A whisper in the darkness, ever there,
To mend the wounds and make one's broken whole.

From ashes rise, like a phoenix taking flight,
The wings of hope uplift, guiding ahead.
Through valleys low and mountains' daunting height,
It soothes the heart with love, gently spread.

In hope's embrace, a glimmer of belief,
That pain and suffering can be overcome.
That sorrow's chains may finally find relief,
And joy's sweet melodies once more will hum.

So, let despair not crush the flicker's flame,
For hope's eternal grace shall bear no shame.

- Sab ♡