Thursday, 2 May 2013


Simmering silent in my heart's secret corners, there lie my hopes. 
They hide in the depths and the dark.
They have been bruised before.
Not crushed; despair has never yet quite won over my hopes. 
There has been no total devastation.
Hope might be a flickering flame, but it is a stubborn one.
It will not so soon be snuffed.

1 comment:

  1. Isn't hope just being ungrateful for that which you already have? :O

    The treasured wretch blog. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

    Nice poem though, never give up.


By swallowing evil words unsaid, no one has ever harmed his stomach. ~Winston Churchill

Smart guy.