Dark Hope

Hope was a gentle ache of promise,

of what comes and what goes.

Hope was a carnival, lit up by a thousand stars,

bursting with luminescent colors and magical illusions.

Hope was like a pillow, a place of comfort and serenity.

Hope was everything.

But right now,

Hope feels like an illusion, one that’ll always be far from reach.

Hope feels like a never-ending storm,

with the feeling of uncertainty hanging over our heads.

Hope has turned itself into a peculiar shade of gray,

filled with dark shadows and colorless rainbows.

Hope has diluted everything into an eerie film of black,

coating up our desires in a tint of shadow and dust.

But everything seems darker than it was before.

Hope has left without a sound.