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The Thief Of Hope
As we grow older, perhaps wiser, we gain much in the way of growth. But, too, there is something always lost,
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sara |
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06 August 2006 |
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Poetic |
Rating: 3.3/5 (22 votes cast) |
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The Thief Of Hope |
Old, weary, fatigued have I become,
forgetting the stars of youth,
and forsaken by all until time ends;
the time! the time, the time
that makes you cry,
that makes you hate,
the time that is anguishing,
the undeserving things I received,
the things I never wanted to see,
the time that burnt away stars by sea,
where sunless years rolled by,
and my sense of life faded away.
Now I am an old man, blind and weary;
what an unfortunate time!
If only I were Rip Van Winkle,
aging physically,
but nay, it is an aging of the mind,
an aging of mighty despair -
what makes strong men tremble
and high towers crumble,
what makes the wind hesitate
and breath choke,
what turns victory to death.
'Tis mighty despair
that stole hope from my heart;
and the stars in my eyes
that shone like the noon sun,
that turned death to victory,
and despair to hope;
but I have been beaten and stunned,
like the wind I have faded away;
beaten to the earth,
hurt very deep, mortally deep -
so deep even an ocean can't match
all the tears in my heart.
I was once one of the mighty,
indestructible, with ageless eyes,
now fallen to the earth. |
-Poetic - |
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