"Of course,Sirrah,you're the welcome much."

I see hope swimming in your irises,it looks more  like a goldfish bowl.
Yes,your very eyes..that appear hollow,otherwise.
They're feisty today,and that fire of desire is here to stay.
It's a dark place,I  reckon,your devious little mind.
You're still trying to hide your pain in the creases and folds of your memories,aren't ya?
Beams of sunny hope evade your soul,ones you din't see coming your way at all.
They strike you like lightening,shake you thorough and stir your unbrewed dreams.
Those two lines of poetry come back to your lips..
 And You wait in Reckless Despair.