collections

Hope has no fear 
Only knowing
How to dream…

There is an abhorrent despair
Covered in graffiti 
The hope 
Consciously chooses 
To build the bridges
Rather than the walls

Still
A grief finds its way
To hide in the
The darker corners of the heart
Inviting an affliction 
And allowing certain emotions
To form to tear open

A delusional mind knows
How to conceal
A true color 
Pretending to bring felicity

Desolated emotions
Don’t know 
The manipulation 
The horrid disillusionment 
The ending with regret 

When
An ivory tower falls down
There’s no more curiosity
Nor feeling left for
The warm memories
The hopes and dreams
Off into a waste basket

The brightness of reality is gone 
The dreams remain lost 
Even a positive proposition 
Confused in the contradictions
Hides an inward seclusion

Life still entertains
Us with the promises  
Expects us to have a faith

Perhaps
A happy enthusiasm 
Can hears its own echoes 
Without introverting
All the emotions 
Into a drought desolation 
Confidently it springs into
The soul’s desires 
Living with an ambition