There is a silver lining behind each gray cloud,
A glimpse of sunshine after the rain,
A rainbow when the storm has come to pass,
And a smile when all crying comes to a halt,
Therefore there must be a light at the end of the tunnel,
The tunnel I call life.

But I have succumbed to darkness,
There is no light in sight,
All I can see is a dark void ahead,
And an abyss of sweet nothingness.

The million dollar question remains,
What did I do wrong?
What could I have possibly done to suffer the bitter wrath of karma?

And when all hope is gone,
I hear a voice singing at the end of the tunnel,
A voice that fills me with hope,
And guides me back to the path of light,
Hope that one day I shall smile a real smile,
Hope that my friend Hope will buy me;
Size 4 peach 6inch heels,
To go with my new bag and scarf.
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I am more of a writer than a poet, but after some persuading from Hope, I managed to write my very first poem for her. DON'T JUDGE!