Thursday, February 27, 2020

A Land Called Hope

Forgotten alleyways, crumbling homes.
A decadent state of a land called hope.
Multitude of univervses inside those dreams
Locked away, to visit no more. 

The alley decorated with the shinest brocade
A valley of flowers covering the archway.

Fragnace of the sweetest flowers
Memories of a distant past, now cometh. 
Go beyond, to them barren lands 
Pain and suffering welcoming back.

Of broken promises and hurling abuses
Cowardice and helplessness re-awakens
Tears swell up and raring to go
A place so desolate, melancholy galore.

Leave at once, it's a nightmare now


Once a happy dream, now no more!