Hope is Lost, Day by Day

Confused all night and day, I stay;
Scant hope is lost even at play;
With work undone, anguish prevails;
And thinking hard’s of no avail.

The future seems not much brighter;
In this world full of much glitter;
And cautious steps, I take en way;
Such are my childhood bygone days.

How can I change this so-called trend,
Of black-clouds loomimg o’er my way?
With not a silver lining, Friend;
Getting still darker, day by day.

The burden worsens ev’ry day;
And Hope is lost again in fray;
With unattained aims, I remain;
Is Life worth living? I complain.

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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