In the realm of endless despair I dwell,
Where hope's elusive grasp bids farewell,
A desolate landscape devoid of light,
Where darkness reigns, eternal night.
No glimmer of faith, no beacon of dreams,
In this desolate realm, hope's silent screams,
Trapped in a cycle of endless decay,
Lost in the depths of a hopeless display.
Doubt and sorrow, companions unkind,
No solace to find, no peace of mind,
A bleak existence, devoid of light,
No hope to guide, no respite in sight.
But amidst this despair, a flicker may ignite,
A tiny spark to challenge the infinite night,
Though hope feels distant, its ember remains,
A sliver of light in a sea of disdain.
For even in the darkest of days,
Hope can emerge in unexpected ways,
No matter how dim, no matter how small,
Hope's resilience can triumph over all.
So hold on to that flicker, embrace its glow,
In the face of hopelessness, let it grow,
For even in the shadows, there's strength to be found,
A glimmer of hope, where despair once bound.