Hopelessness

Vanquished sunsets and wearied rains
A lifetime to die, an instant to break
Not many perceived a world in a fancy sand grain.
The flame isn't scarlet; the ashes ain't grey
The flowers ain’t fragrant; the spring is not gay
These conflicts are enduring, these laughters? A display.
Those appetites and desires? On the verge of decay
Not many praise eternity and the curves of that bay
Not many know a way out, the poor soul exclaims!
The cry stood unanswered and that old pain reclaims!
For what was now long lost, was ever fairly acquaint?