Hopeless

In a lonesome space, there’s a body without soul

 It treads through the paths of Hills without greens

As it asks for the rains, the clouds became red

And spoke in a language unheard; never said

Provoking the spirits to come down and restore!

What is it to bring back in a breathless life?

What is it to restore in a heart of veins clogged?

What is hope for a man whose soul is in hiding?

What can a spirit do to a mouth that is lyng?

What prompts love to love and nothing more?

In a lost space of faces aging and hair fading,

There is a true to life mending of heart breaking

A full blown story of an original oil painting –

Cracked, sun –exposed, unframed yet unmoved

What a drama that the earth won’t dare overlook!

What is with the mind when all it speaks is pain

Aching for the mystified love of a soulless-born

Asking for the understanding of what the heart groans

Longing for a reason to justify the mourn

When heart and mind buried to no hope at all!