Hope In A Rope

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(I wrote this poem in a very unhappy time of my life. It was illness, pain, loss and guilt which was surrounding me then. How I managed to come out of it to how I found the One who rescued me, I wrote everything in this poem. At the end, I am determined more than ever to cling to His rope and put all my hopes in every tiny fragment of  His rope. How I placed my Hope In A Rope...)

*****I*****

I am in a state of nonentity
I am in a long lost dream
I live in a world where its existence is questioned
Come break my reverie

Fallin apart, falling down

Drowning in a senseless pond

Numb and cold

Yet eager for the sound

Come, hear me

My lips are dried

Hold, let me

I can not be denied

In a lake I am now

Reflecting my existence

My face is pale

My skin it withers away

Eyes are wet

Searching miles

Blurs my vision

Oh my long kept cries

Opening my hands

Closing them again

I find nothing

Except these green veins

My blood slows down

As I come to my heart

Singing blues

It laments for its loss

The desires it carries

Aching the heart

They are dying, they're plenty

They say. No they shout

Oh poor heart

Why you not cheered when the lark sang

They said it's so pleasing

But you heard none

*****II*****

Now let me repeat

Let me ponder

My words are shy

They will take some longer

In a state of nonentity

In a long lost dream

I live in a questioned world

Try and break my reverie

Frail and fragile

Cold and numb

Pale and white

Dead and dumb

Sigh sigh

I wonder why

I be like a loon

With a wild cry

Leaving me in limbo

Yes this place is as such

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