sometimes i write poetry for fun, but never really for a purpose. so when Ms Hayati gave us this assignment, i was honestly a little taken aback to begin with. still, i gave it my best shot and managed to come up with this. the criteria for this assignment is that everything must be your own original, even the photo.
i think that this is a far cry from a good poem, but it comes from a special place in my heart and i do hope that people will like it. enjoy (:
HOPE.
Seeing your turned back
My heart grows weary.
An endless cycle. That consumes my soul.
My thoughts drift restless, to and fro.
These dreams so blurry, haunt my mind.
My heart grows weary.
An endless cycle. That consumes my soul.
My thoughts drift restless, to and fro.
These dreams so blurry, haunt my mind.
‘ You will never make it. Give up your fight. ’
These voices taunt me,
Day and night.
Yet my vision is set, an unobstructed view
On horizons greater than man ever knew.
These voices taunt me,
Day and night.
Yet my vision is set, an unobstructed view
On horizons greater than man ever knew.
Our Journey though tough
Shall have it’s rewards
My faith though shaken
Will one day be restored.
Shall have it’s rewards
My faith though shaken
Will one day be restored.
And as the first light
Breaks though Our Darkest night,
I suddenly see it clear.
Your hand in mine, that smile in your eyes,
I know in my heart that
Together , we can win this war.
Breaks though Our Darkest night,
I suddenly see it clear.
Your hand in mine, that smile in your eyes,
I know in my heart that
Together , we can win this war.

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