A Glimmer of Hope
by Scott Utley
Somewhere in the recesses of my dodgy and perverted consciousness I secretly covet
a freedom I can only guess at. I imagine a world where renunciation of conformity
has a thrilling and erecting jutting inebriation on my nervous system, a constant
storm where I am always riding the wind a fathom ahead of the tempest. I look at
my lifes inevitability as a wasted force of nature that is branded at the beginning
as a dismal doomed failure because its end result is death. At the moment I pause to
look over my world and feel the pain of dark abandonment, I am finally beginning
to come to my senses, I am conscious in that moment, and even though it is always
dark before it turns to total pitch, happiness arises, for my humanity is palpably
the exquisite expression of a virtue known as hope.
Posted on 09/14/2010
Copyright © 2019 Scott Utley
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/15/10 at 11:21 AM|
...you're still a fathom ahead of the tempest[cool] and hope is ephemerly bobbing on the horizon...good description...water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink. so, drink a cloud, for real.
|Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 11/27/10 at 03:34 AM|
As always, the best.