Doomsayers and doomscrollers
Find it impossible to be hopeful
Quite rightly so
Everything that could go wrong
Has indeed gone wrong
And what seems to be right
Seems to be doomed too
It is like being buried
Under the debris of
One’s own making
Being trapped in that
Dark claustrophobic space
With no possibility
Of hope Or light
The only way out is to move
To move towards any
Glimmer of light
Or glimmer of hope
Only in such pitch darkness
Can one meet faint light
Which arrives from nowhere
Almost like a hallucination
Reflecting that elusive hope
Rekindling the dying spirits
Nothing is lost
Till everything is lost
We make it through
Through that dark space
Where we learn hopelessness
Hope always stays hidden within
That hopelessness
Stubborn hope does thrive
All that it needs is a faint light
That glimmer of light
In the kind eyes
Or from a bird’s flight
Or from that distant far away star
Whose light makes it
After a journey of millions of years
Traveling light years
It meets us right in the eye
Making us aware
The dark space isn’t dark
It is made of millions
Millions of stars and kind hearts
Mad Decadence 