A Corpse Named Hope.

Many a day we see the hell come down,

Little things that make people frown,

Has anyone seen the face behind the clown?

Even a King has a turbulence brewing under His crown!

Tragedy swirls like a tornadoes tip,

It hits and gives the happy days a little flip,

And luck packs up to go on a long flight,

But remember there is day waiting to be up after the night!

Days pass but you can’t get the brain thinking upright,

And you and your insides have a constant fight,

Hope even seems to be a distant sight,

And you feel if there is anything that can make you bright!

Many age old biological revolutions,

Have brought umpteen revelations,

That a smile can shun, the sadness,

And bring back all the fun.

Sulking for the things in the past,

Will only make your troubles vast,

One would be dead for a whole eternity,

But be alive on the earth for a brief moment!

[Dedicated to Dido for her song "Lets do the things we normally do" and to all those who are in search of sunnier days.

Credits: To "Lilya -4-Ever" for providing the last two sentences of the poem.]