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Is there hope beyond despair?
A speck of life in a desolate wasteland
There is where my soul resides
Unreachable to all but myself.
For one so cursed, I am lucky
I find solace in my grief.
Though tears of sorrow have long gone
The hurt I cried is still within.
And every now and then I feel
The pain inside me breaking free
Intent on living in my soul
To torment me endlessly.
Is there hope beyond despair?
I don't know, none can tell.
All they say is, See the good,
Rebuild your soul which once have stood.
Reach high; aim for the sky.
You may soar yet; relearn to fly.
And then you'll see a world so vast
Not just the dirt where you stood fast.
I don't know if I should believe
The advise these people say I heed.
From where I stand, all I can see
Is an endless land of misery.
That is all in life for me,
Nothing beyond which I can see.
- February 2002

This was the first poem I wrote that I can remember. I still can't come up with a title for it though..