My Hope Against Life

- - My hope against life - - Time with its bountiful look hadst come at the doorsil Of my room, It waited for long to change the face of my decrees, The way it wished to change my fate wast unknown to me and I wast doomed. Life's frameless freedom and it's fictional Foam of beatitude put me outdoors off my room. I wast a forlorn soul eaten within by my own folly and careless wast my wayfaring. Upon awakening I find myself mocked and sealed within the dark chamber of my mind. A flame weak and thin refulgent amid the breast of eyeless prudence and hope outflows As a rivulet finds its rest in the undulating ocean. Thou art my hope, the last anchor and buttress against life's sordid foray.