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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 life’s inevitability as a wasted force of nature that is branded at the beginning

as a dismal doomed failure because it’s 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.

09/14/2010

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.

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