Thread: The Shadow of Hope. (Hope isn't always a light)

Call back the wind from maelstrom to breeze.
No life light, no color, no rustling of leaves.
Liquid prisms settle before dawn breaks.
Blot them, or break them, before anyone wakes.
A world without color light, quiet and dim.
A life without sustenence, empty within.
Break off the petals of a pure white rose.
Innocence lost, the impure impose.
Hold on to despair, the fear and the pain.
The cloud with the silver lining, bodes for rain.
Blocked from the senses, that often well-up
Rush out from under another's umbrella.