Hope

LUCK

It feels so hard sometimes,
like our luck has all run out.
The last penny through the meter,
the last window taken out.

A final message left in braille,
for an undiscovered hand.
A sad look to the tide,
from a castle made of sand.

An open door to darkness,
unsure of what we'll find.
A journey for a distance,
that leaves no room for time.

A dead end in the entrance,
sets us stranded on a stage.
To an audience of silence,
A rejection on blank page.

And we watch our life go by,
with our memories and health.
Forget the sweetest moments,
Or leave them high upon a shelf.

And we try and try to reach them,
but are blocked by feelings bad.
And reaching for our happiness,
Only seems to make us sad.

And the days pass on behind us,
Like a maze without a guide.
And our luck is truly spent,
when no hope is left inside.