
WHEN HOPE IS LOST
Concrete and steel
join plate and bar,
lock and key,
to render him interned
whose hope is lost.
Exiled from knowing
dawn or dusk,
sun or moon,
wind or rain
— and aspiration;
For hope abandoned
by a weary heart
extinguishes the
precious light of life.
O, despairing soul!
As cold prison’s door
closes with a
resounding clang,
steel on steel rings a
death knell for the soul.
Thomas Fideler
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