Hope In The Darkness--a poem

[bassclarinetgal]

I'm trying to figure out why I have an urge to post my latest poem. Maybe because I'm particularly proud of it. Or that I feel, for the first time, like I should share my paltry writings.
Or maybe, it's because I can.

If you, in fact, wish to make a comment . . . whatever you think, you should write it.



Hope In The Darkness

There was hope in the darkness,
Bright light and fresh air,
But shadows overcame that light,
And then, there was despair.

Futile grasping at the improbable,
Hope dwindling far too fast,
Things sadly shatter,
In pure darkness, light cannot last.

Terror and anguish starts to build,
The darkness begins closing in,
Blocking out the pure light
Like it has never been.

But there was hope in the darkness,
Bright light and fresh air,
Deep breaths were drawn,
The fabric of darkness began to tear.

Light shined through the inky black
The darkness was put at bay,
Back into it the shadowy corners,
But there, it still will lay.