Dying hope

Seek and find what you cannot know,

meaning to a life destined to end.

No way out of this guileful way,

in love we stand at the gates unseen.

No breath to cry out to ears deaf,

blood stopping heartbeat broken.

Separated in death reaching hope,

factitious dream of something more.

What could be the reason we fight,

when all comes to its end soon enough.

Nothing to dream for in colors unnoticed,

ice breaks away as we sink in despair.

Waking up alone in a world of imagination,

giving light in shadows left behind.

No relief to face us in all its glory gone,

dead to anything ever spoken before.

Hope making this life worth living again,

yet in our dying's we always die alone.







Johnny Newell