Hope is the thing that ruins you
The veiled demon, dressed in a cloak of gold
Hiding underneath the dagger and the black robes.
Like the sirens that call out to the sailor
Hope sings a melody of success and dreams
Of success, glory, and joy bursting at seams.
It draws you out of your comfort zone,
Of apathy and inaction.
The small flame of light,
Fighting away the familiar dak night.
It promises you the morning sun,
Beware, its a trap. Run!
It draws you out and makes you toil
It makes you walk the burning soil
It takes your sweat, blood, and tears
It gives you sleepless nights filled with fear.
For now, you have something of value
The false diamond of dreams, gifted by hope.
But now it has made you a beggar
For you pray to all gods known to mankind
You pray to the universe, beg for a sign.
And when its all gone to dust
As you maybe knew it would
You are left a pile of skin and bones.
Hope will be the death of you
And just when you have given up
It will resurrect you anew.
© Sneha Pathak