DARKNIGHT

My purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart,
The situation escalates and tragedies outsmart.
They change the night into day,
Hand in hand in destruction they lay.
The light is short because of darkness,
Helping hands turning into bitterness.

If I waited a little longer, the grave would be my house,
Walking path of nowhere in the wilderness of south.
My bed was set in the darkness,
But a glimpse of hope shines through the brokenness
But What is hope? As for my hope who shall see it?
A ray of hope? Who will believe it!?

My harp turned to mourning, my soul turned into a weep,
again a ray of hope with a faint voice was felt as i fell asleep.
When my rest is in the dust,
Settling to somewhere dark felt like a must.
If i hold the sun when it shines, or the moon walking in its brightness,
Will the feeling of contentment be felt in my world of guiltiness?
Shadow of the death, dust of gold
To Stones of darkness, a soul was sold.

Is this my heart talking or my mind?
Confounding, this time peace I may not find.