Hope Lost

Resembles a singing sun, is the heart’s first hope- Does it enlighten, does it not shine? As sweet as a mocking bird, is this new found spirit- Does it enlarge, does it not fly? As blue as the ice is the first strike- Does it survive, does it not die? Running like a hunter, is the anticipation of your fate, not yet decided- Does it throb, does it not stop? As harsh as the world’s finest dagger, is the final blow- Does it cry, does it not crush? As fragile as the sky is your heart now broken- How does it feel, to be disappointed?