A Flame Of Hope

• Benedict Tannous, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2015

I feel the wind whooshing through my hair.
I hear the screams of the perishing villagers.
I taste the bitter sorrow of breaking hearts.
I see the consuming destruction.
I smell the oncoming doom of humanity.
I feel my heart beating against the prison bars of my ribcage.
I hear the devil, whispering demoralising tales in my ear.
I taste the heartache of my peers.
I see the flames of the hell, licking at the world.
I smell the expiring time of good heartedness.
I know of the joy deep down in everyone’s hearts.
I have recognised that there is still a flame of hope in my soul that love will prevail.
That is why I have revealed the joy deep down in my heart,
why I have received happiness, why I can hope for humanity.
I will share these virtues with the world.