The lantern of hope

I wake abruptly,

from the dream boat,

to the seizing now.

She stood there staring at me

darkness resonating from inside

I sat perplexed

dazed by the sudden turn

She waged into me,

the dark pounding onto my inner

the child-like dream

shattering into shimmer

and all I have is her

She pounced into my brain

drinking into my thoughts

giving me the last laugh

she dwells into my heart

after she rides down my gut

strangling my breath

she is vile

an insurmountable power

which rides my back

agony thunders into my being

I sat there in the lone hell

with lustrous tear drops

smattering like mid-sea pearls

They smack onto me

I know they are full

full with sadness

full with defeat

a million tears in heartbreak

a million before suicide

a million in hell

and a million to be alone.

My tears of frustration

roll down and pound my cheek

blending in the river of misery

My soul has darkened

My eyes pale

my ears deafened

my voice nowhere

She dances

kicks into the flow

her black tresses lashing my thoughts

she spreads her arms wide

waltzing with defeaning prints

her million pleats beat me to silence

her face in wild harmony

I watch her

my face upheld

my heart tattered

into blackened sheets

spilled with black

scribbled, stricken and gashed

with her pen, the mightiest of all

not just a scribble,

crumbled into a ball of black flame

torn into trillions

whose pieces remain afloat

in the sea of remorse.

She shakes me into a stand

my legs unable to withold

trembles into a collapse

she glares at me, rocking me back.

A sinless moth, I am,

sinless at heart,

she binds me into shackles

tucks me into an iron cage

and asks me to fly, fly far away.

I did,

I tried,

I was pained to death.

She hands me the keys,

a sinless moth, I am,

commands me to spread wings,

looks at me in sarcasm.

my wings are wet

with the tears of sorrow

my dreams,

never stable,

ever wandering as I wander along

in my dream boat.

As the few years had passed

the desicion should be done

I remain the moth in a dream boat

she dwells as the mystic dark

who embraces me into pain

Perhaps,

the supreme may show light

glide me away from her hold

light the latern of faith

and hope.

But as the time flies away,

my flight remains a hope

my dreams wander in daze

while I am caged away.

I wait,

wait in hope,

in apprehension,

while I watch

the other moths fly away

wait for my wings to spread,

for my lantern of hope.

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