AT HOPE’S END

Do you still sob as you recall the night
When death told you an elaborate lie?
It didn’t visit nor did it set the stage alight
But instead became the darkness in your eye

 

When was the last time you cried out of fear?
When did you hear of courage and hope?
It’s ironic that in truth it might appear
That in life, despair has very little scope

 

I know you want to give up for now
As you lose faith in men who live in disguise
But never let anguish in your mind allow
These lows shall never outweigh the highs

 

When you scream out, you’ll hate the pain
You’ll hate the men who did this to you more
But don’t let yourself embrace that chain
Which ties to this self-harming door

 

Tell yourself that your war is not with them
But like Mayer, it’s with your time here
So be it if they want to see more mayhem
Don’t talk until you’re a country mile clear

 

Optimism doesn’t stir this battle-scarred mind
Cynicism has found a new place on the wall
Stop at nothing till sanity you find
It’s always going to be you against them all.



2 responses to “AT HOPE’S END”

  1. I am kinda tongue tied now…How? How do you do this? Every thing you whip out of your pen seems so real to me dude…so eerily real! This poem reads exactly like my story. Again! Needless to say this poem is ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS Mohul! Painful but sadly true too.

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    1. Haha ma’am you’re being too kind!

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Mohul Bhowmick

Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.


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