Novel & Cerita Hopelessness Poems

“But I think… little by little, every hit life threw at me, every time I fell and forced myself back up…” My voice cracked, but I continued. “I think my hope started breaking, piece by piece.” I swallowed hard. “Until there was almost nothing left.” A tear slipped down my cheek. “And now…” I let out a shaky breath. “Now I feel like I am just… a shell. Something empty, something broken.” My eyes dropped to my hands. “A human who turned into a murderer.” The words sat heavy between us. “I think hope killed me,” I whispered. “It kept pushing me forward. It kept telling me to keep going, to keep fighting. And when it finally disappeared…”

At least cruelty is personal. I try to hold onto the faint hope that I'll find a way out of this darkness. I try the way you try to remember a word that won't come reaching for it directly, then sideways, then waiting for it to appear on its own. Some days the hope feels almost tangible, like something I could cup in my hands if I stayed still enough. Other days it evaporates the moment I reach for it, and I'm left holding nothing, feeling foolish for having believed it was there at all. Every effort feels futile. I redraft my resume for the fourth time and can't figure out what I'm changing or why. I look at job listings and feel the gap between what they're asking for and who I currently

The feeling of disdain, discomfort, perplexity, anger, and hopelessness were all being mixed up he couldn’t decide what feeling arises above all. He closed his eyes in despair. He already could see from afar the winding light of the flashlight looking for him on every corner of the road. He couldn’t add to his options—as if there were a lot—of running in the deep of the woods adjacent to the road because it was likewise dangerous. At this point, he could not see any hope.

Neither is willing to pay the cost, and our love will die as payment for their power. Will my children remember me? Did I give them what they need to make a difference in their existence? Is the masterpiece for them? I hope that it is. I hope that I did, and that hope is an ember warming my heart in this dark hour. This dark place. I’ll hold it and let it temper me against the dread and desperation so that I might walk proudly to my end.

" We never knew all this happened between you and Jennifer but we understood the pain and the agony to lose our loved ones. Sorrow is like a ceaseless rain that beats upon my heart. We twist and scream in pain, dawn will find them still again, This has neither wax nor wane, neither stop nor start. To everyone, this world’s a dreary blank. We might think all hopes in life are gone and fled, our high-strung energies are sunk, and all our blissful hopes lie dead.– The world once smiling to our view, showed scenes of endless bliss and joy; The world I then but little knew, Ah! little knew how pleasures cloy; All then was jocund, all was gay, No thought beyond the present hour, We danced in ple

My mind is numb, and my once fiery gaze has dulled into a vacant stare. Hope, once a flickering flame within me, has been extinguished. Not the long for my mother's smile and Michael touch could rekindle the hope. It has been replaced by a resignation, a surrender to the cruel fate that has befallen me. The days and nights blend together, a blur of monotony and fear. I have lost track of time, as each passing moment feels like an eternity.

No rope to climb, no hope to bind, the wrecked souls within my heart. My breathing went shallow and I wanted to collapse on the ground, even before I could turn around. I don’t want to see this dreadful sight.

I know I will die young, but I hope you will sink me in the river at dawn and let me go, like the waters that will not return. In this way, I apologize for the last time and know that I will carry you in my heart and soul until the end. Hope Black Just a Delta who dared to defy the Gods"

For a blissful moment, I thought I could escape. For a moment, I had hope that was bad. Very very bad. I had never felt hopeful since that day. I had forgotten what it was like and will soon never remember. Hope was dangerous. Hope gets me beaten. It gets me killed. It makes that little flame I have in me ignite only to be controlled. I can't go through another breakdown. Not now. Not again. So, I did as I was taught, I gave up. But not for long. * * *

He hadn’t seen the sorrow clouding her gaze, or the restless agony hollowing out her melodious voice. I was so very intimate with hopelessness and depression and had never seen it look so beautiful as it did burning in her silver eyes. “Chasing passions are for the privileged. To those of us without hope, they’re nothing more than silly dreams, and I’ve wasted enough of my time dreaming.”