The Absence of Hope

"The absence of hope is the greatest despair." - Debra Forrest

The Loss of Hope

The loss of hope, is a life ending.
It's a bomb exploding.
The planes crashing,
And a martyr burning.

The loss of hope, is the sun setting: to never rise again.
It's the fish drowning,
And the sky falling.
It's the ocean roaring, and the lion purring.

The loss of hope, is the silent cry of Romeo.
It's the love of hate,
And the hate of love.
It's the betrayal of sun by rain.

The loss of hope, is the greatest despair.

The Idea of Love

I entered an online poetry contest about a month ago. I got a letter telling me that I'm a semi finalist for the grand prize and that I've been published in an upcoming poetry book! I thought I'd share the poem that is going to be put in the book with all of you.

The Idea of Love

He was in love with the idea of loving her.
But the idea of love, doesn't hug back.

She didn't know, he existed.

He watched her, fall in love with someone else.

He was heartbroken. He ran up the stairs,
Looking for a new love.

The new love was sharp and beautiful.

He began to make himself one with it.

The slow repetitions of his love, began to cut deep.

They found him on the bathroom floor -
with a bloody razor blade in his hand: His new love.

The razor blade gleamed,
as the last bit of his bloody love dripped off of it.