Hope by Simon MacCulloch 

I grasped a flickering star, a speck of light
To help me see beyond the dark within 
Which told me I was nothing more than night.

The heritage of Adam’s greedy bite
Was suffering, so, to mitigate my sin 
I grasped a flickering star, a speck of light.

And still that devilish whirl of wrong and right
Kept sucking all my senses in a spin
Which told me I was nothing more than night.

I wanted order, balance, black and white.
With nothing lost, I thought, and much to win
I grasped a flickering star, a speck of light.

I prayed it would reform my soul, despite
The void beneath the universe’s skin
Which told me I was nothing more than night.

But then I learned that stars, however bright
Are ghosts, so it was time to re-begin:
I grasped a flickering star, a speck of light
Which told me I was nothing more than night.

About the Poet:

Simon MacCulloch lives in London. His poems live in Reach Poetry, The Dawntreader, Spectral Realms, Aphelion, Black Petals, Grim and Gilded, Ekstasis, Pulsebeat Poetry Journal, Ephemeral Elegies, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Emberr, View from Atlantis, Altered Reality, The Sirens Call, The Chamber Magazine, I Become the Beast, Lovecraftiana, Awen and elsewhere.