Hope
It is the
oxygen
Of the soul.
Without it
We die of
Spiritual asphyxia
It is the
candle
That lights the
Dark tunnel
of
Our existence
And provides
Food to our
Starving psyche
When hope
dies,
Nothing can
Survive.
Like a plant
Without sunlight,
Our spirit will
Wither and die.
Without hope,
Our bodies
Become empty
Shells -- devoid
Of life
And waiting to
Die
Where has my hope gone?
When will it
Return?
When will I live again?