Hope

Here' just a little someting that I penned, in one of those sinking moments...

I walk in empty corridors
The ceiling light grows dim
An overwhelming sense of tragedy
That stems from within

My soul flies high above me
In a desperate search for sky
While below my feet the floor caves in
My mouth yells out a cry

But silence fills the room I’m in
It’s too strong to penetrate
My mind runs round in circles
The hour is too late

It's hope that is my enemy
It is hope that makes me cry
It is hope that did not let me
Bow down and say ‘good bye’

It’s a funny thing this Hope
That leads us all astray
Imposing on us the idea
That there is a better way

Whether Hope is friend or foe
That I cannot say
All I know is here and now
Hope saved me today