Peace and Hope
What are pure peace and everlasting hope?
But a short, sweet moment of reflection,
Or something without which we cannot cope.
I will point you in the right direction;
Perhaps then you will realise what they are.
If I can please have your attention...
First, peace is but a break within the war,
A single jewel washed up on the beach;
It is seen burning bright in every star
So beautiful yet also out of reach.
Next, hope is something craved and yet not won,
It drains your life force like a loving leech,
Great hope is just a part of some huge con -
To gain your trust and then to disapoint.
To start, so many dreams and then just one
Finally, you reach the terminal point,
Your other senses it will overthrow
And at the heart of things you'll be disjoint.
Peace and hope cause nothing more than woe,
They are false and through them tempting lies do flow.
