Young Hopeful

Bright light spiralling out of control,
Little hopeful coming along this way,
Calling out for us to hold
On to precious words she’d say
About the warmth that sent the cold
So far, far away.

Young hopeful, little wonder,
A star in this great big world,
Rendering despair asunder,
Taking its remains to hurl
Into a dying sun, a blunder
That tries to unfurl.

Relentless little hopeful spark
In the onset of the dark night,
With vicious tongue she makes a remark
About the pointlessness of our plight,
And does it away with a strange arc
Of young hopeful love, her caring light.

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About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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