Dark Hope
a poem by davy m
I scream, but no one hears
I cry, but not with tears
The dark it has become my friend
And so to this I search an end
Around me yes there is much
But it seems just beyond my touch
Is it the ordinary things I crave?
Will I find them before my grave?
Happiness, contentment, a peace within
But life’s wedge to me always seems thin
The secret is to make your own:
So to this old dog I throw a bone
Grasp it, hold it, oh so tight
Oh Mother Nature give me sight
I want to feel, I want to see
I want my mind to be set free
Many things I can blame
Unfair rules in an unfair game
But in the end it’s up to me
To fix the problems that I see
So there it is –
Take control
‘cos only you
Can save your soul
