What's Left (Poetry)

The world is full of broken hearts —
lost illusions — scattered dreams —
hopes dashed cruelly on harsh rocks
and nothing quite the way it seems.

The road is rough — the way is long
and faith can prove a feeble crutch
that shatters on the first loose stone
and ceases, then, to matter much.

So what is left? — Life struggles on
blind and crippled by deceit
while love lies buried in a grave
trampled by the countless feet

of those expecting they would find
answers written in the sky
but when no revelation came
concluded love was all a lie.

Yet hope still stirs from time to time —
that true, undaunted spirit keeps
its vigil — ready to arise.

Love cannot die — it merely sleeps.