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In the suffocating grip of despair, where love seems a faded dream and prayers go unheard, a soul drowns in the depths of loneliness.

This poem, titled “Hope in times of doom…,” chronicles a journey from utter desolation to the flicker of a light, unexpected and transformative.

Prepare to witness the transformation of a heart hardened by past mistakes, as a single encounter ignites hope where all was lost.

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I was bust
My dreams ground to dust
Never gonna give my heart to another
Maybe lock up my heart in a box and toss away the key
Solitary for life I’m doomed to be
Can’t you see
Loving, being loved ain’t in the charts for me
Just another soul designated to be born and to die alone
Prayers go unanswered however much I moan and groan
Misery is my sole companion
Many a day, I try to speak to God
Ask him where I went wrong
Guess he’s busy, doesn’t answer
Figure I am a wretched soul with a whole lot of sins stacked up from the past
Acts that shook the pillars of creation
I gotta pay for my sins, like it or not
Its all pretty gruelling
That’s my conscious talking
Dead man, living, kicking, a paradox, dead inside but walking…….
Then you waltzed by and took my heart away
Far, far away yet so very close
Rekindled hope my rare, rare red rose
The silver lining in my temple of doom
A ray of hope that keeps me going
An Angel sent by the Lord
His way of answering that even the doomed may still have hope.

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A VARIANT FOLLOWS…..

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In the desolate landscape of a broken heart, where dreams lie shattered and love feels like a distant memory, a soul drowns in a sea of despair.

This poem, titled “Hope in times of doom…,” paints a vivid picture of this emotional wasteland. Yet, amidst the ruins, a single, defiant seed of hope takes root.

Prepare to witness the transformation of this desolate terrain, as a beacon of light pierces the darkness, promising a future brimming with absolute optimism.

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Dreams, once vibrant butterflies, lie shattered, dust on the breeze,
Love’s embers extinguished, replaced by a heart that can’t appease.
A casket of solitude, the key lost in despair’s sea,
Forever adrift, a soul destined eternally to be…

Unmoored from affection, adrift in a loveless tide,
A barren seed, yearning for sunshine, forever denied.
Prayers, unanswered whispers lost in the callous sky,
Misery’s icy claws, a constant, chilling cry.

God’s silence, a deafening shroud, wraps tight around my soul,
Past transgressions, a crushing weight, taking their toll.
The tapestry of creation, frayed by my careless hand,
A bitter penance, a future sculpted in shifting sand.

Yet, through the cracks of despair, a single ray breaks free,
A shooting star in the night, a chance for me to see.
You, a crimson rose blooming in the wasteland’s embrace,
Hope, a phoenix reborn, lighting a smile on my face.

This temple of doom, now bathed in a golden hue,
A promise etched in sunlight, a dream reborn, brand new.
An angel’s melody, a symphony that sets me free,
Hope’s unwavering compass, guiding me eternally.

But hold, a flicker within, a ember yet untamed,
A strength that roars, a fire long defamed.
It whispers fierce, “This future’s yours to write,
Unfurl your wings and claim the coming light.

Let go of burdens, shed the cloak of yesterday,
For within you lies a boundless sea,
Waiting to surge and carry you away,
To a horizon painted with endless possibility.”

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