Hope

Old thoughts come to fill my mind. My wishes I forsake; for troubles arise. With a strong vow, I hope to bind. My wayward heart, with my aims' demise. Often sadness comes with a harsh word. Feelings passionate burn too keen. With an aching heart, I long for peace. Alone and solitary I have been. Slow motion that hinders earthly doings. Loneliness that cripples growth. For a gleam of light, my soul and mind thirst. But from freedom, barred are both. In times past, my mind was green. Verdant and vibrant, soft and bright. I long for a gush of Liberty's spring. To free my mind from endless night. Sweet memories unfold, long lain untouched. Perhaps again, I might just feel. My heart revive to sing its song. Sometime I may wait for my mind to heal. Though pain will rack and sadness reigns. My cure, I hope, lies in Future's lanes.