The Haunting of Hope

The Haunting of Hope

by

E C WESCH

Shaken by the loss of Hope, I staggered through the door.
With hands that trembled, and knees that shook, I crumbled to the floor.
But the morning mist had circled 'round, heavily on the breeze.
The sun was forced to battle, for the right to warm, and please.
But the misty icy fingers, gripped the land and all it held,
Freezing everywhere, that earth's salvation dwelled.

I cared not for the war that raged, between the changing season,
Only for the war that raged, between my mind and reason.
I cast aside the memories that lingered for so long,
Inside my heart and soul, where love sang like a song.
But the song was buried long ago, 'neath the cold and hardened ground.
Now all that's left are whimpers, of harsh inhuman sound.

As winter raged within my soul, in frozen attitude,
I pushed aside all that bound me, to this latitude.
No friendship or companions, did I cleave unto my heart,
Only misery, and exhaustion, did I offer on my part.
Anger overwhelmed me, gripped me to the core,
And left me feeling empty, not living anymore.

Then on one frozen wintry night, a strangled sound I heard,
It came from somewhere in my mind, 'twas just a soothing word.
'Though I shivered as the icy-cold, crept slowly through my room,
I gripped my covers tightly, through my window saw the moon.
His face appeared before my eyes, shocked me to my core.
I felt the warmth beat through my heart, it's not frozen anymore.