A Lost Hope

Failure is an orphanage—
all wishes grilled,
left alone, neglected.
A victim of sorrows and anguishes,
so paltry, so lamentable—a soul.

Redundant among the masses,
shouting at the loudest,
yet no one listens.
As if blind, dumb, and deaf,
you endure the blackest life.
Hopeless has no wish.



Time waits.
Time waits, but not forever alike.
It hides the lies,
untold the truth—
like the sun concealed behind clouds.
Yet it will rise shortly—
the joy of seeing the world,
the pleasure of being alone with oneself.



Failure and success,
good and bad,
high and low,
rich and poor—
all will disappear.
But these tests of fate will continue
as long as one is alive.



Blame it on time,
each and every day.
Too many promises—
promises to love,
promises to play,
promises to succeed.
An endless file of promises.

Odd, how we are drowned with dreams
and drenched with so many failures.