Hope Against Life Comments

As a rivulet finds its rest in the undulating ocean. Thou art my hope, the last anchor and buttress against life's sordid foray.

As a rivulet finds its rest in the undulating ocean. Thou art my hope, the last anchor and buttress against life's sordid foray....////

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..../////

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.///////

Time with its bountiful look hadst come at the doorsil Of my room, It waited for long to change the face of my decrees, .........//////////

Life's frameless freedom and it's fictional Foam of beatitude put me outdoors off my room. in the chamber of my mind i wanted to hide myself. fine poem dear poet Prabir, . tony

As a rivulet finds its rest in the undulating ocean. Thou art my hope, the last anchor and buttress against life's sordid foray. Great lines!