Fading Hope Poem by Alison Mujati

Speaking this mind from a reverie
words drizzling snow of conscience
Drink chilled for stormy nights
One day life drags to the green of pastures.

From dark domiciles, hope looms
A glimmer from a dozen fold darkness
nature's matrix where none dines with the vibe.

Playing bravery
A soldier's conscience
Believing every war brings peace,
Questioning diplomats and man of the cloth
Isn't a pen mightier than a sword?
Every soldier questions the belief

A chef at war with spices and condiments
Adding either in dishes goes with time.
worrying about taste as if life depends on it.
We suffer more from what we create

Silence with a mouth shut
The doors of hell to my ever taunting spirit
I'm loud within me,
Too many trust issues inside
Why would be the past hush
I wish to have lived there?
the present is hellish, I never fancied.

It goes just to come back around.
Indians call it Karma
It's a base of stamina
beautiful days are few
The guiltiest memories shape us.
Hardened beneath souls.
We learned to swallow mistakes
Smiling to terror, a rhythmical irony?
What have we got from our smiles?


We eat to be hungry
Work to work again tomorrow
Perhaps breach every contract and get punished for it.