Aurora Magazine 2017

Karen Hoffman Hapless Hope

Whispering pines. Hiss of lies from Time long ago, slipping like sly Snakes binding me. Cornered by lies And left to die. No cares left but The loss of hope. Flighting fleeing But no escaping. Alone is only One that cares. Deep in the depths Nothing can reach. Faraway the Sky candle shines. Yet life heat grasps Not ice cold heart. Despair like a Flightless blue bird. No one recalls Lonely wanderer. Only the Stout- hearted warriors, givers of gold Dwell in earth halls. Light-of-battle With battle-sweat, immortality Only achieved. Moldy masses Grave’s embrace greet. Divinity A distant star. Hapless hope is The love of men. Wayward west they Turn their faces. We condemn our- Selves lonely exile. Wandering down The paths of thorn, glimpses of light Like a distant desert mirage.

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