A New Hope

And so another day begins,

Clouds grumble angrily as they gather storms together

rising as they welcome in another day,

a day resembling all the others.

Staring at walls, empty, devoid of colour,

reflections of reality bounce and dance

in the dimly lit room, awaiting the light of day.

As you gaze dreamily, the flames of the fire

are tossed high into the soot covered chasm

of the chimney, where they fade and die

Watching as the world spirals in its endless rotation,

symptomatic of the spiralling decline of a society

intent on devouring itself from the inside out.

Early morning mists burn swiftly as the sun

rises from its slumber, forcing itself upon the

grey, dark morning. Intent on bringing light to the

darkness, incandescent rays scorch the storms

to submission, and slowly, the day dawns brighter.

Walking into the dawn of another day, small patches

Of blue push their way through the haze, threatening

To overwhelm the madness of the morning, providing,

perhaps,

a glimpse of hope,

a portent of resurrection,

the dawn of

just another day.

© Fergus Martin

2013