Fighting For The Hope Poem by dominic bul

Look deep into the eyes,
Before heart say yes,

The flame of hope is burning,
Of which can restored breathing,

The moon lit the way,
As hopeless carved the hay,

The mind gives a cold shoulder,
As heart prepared for a blocker,

To stops this madness of hopeless
And convict the darkness as a powerless,

Still life carry on a tiny dreams,
That might hold their arms,

Then deep dark creep in,
As the light take bin,

No one knew it could be a battle,
Because it seems so little,

Perhaps eyes fixed onto the future,
As the soul is tip toeing for sure,

Alas! ! the future is here,
And don't ever think is not there,