When the hope fades

When your last hope disappears, and you wonder about the next day

if the next day will still be the Monday, or you will be a dead body with no regard to the name of the day

when the light dwindles, and you cannot see beyond your mental limit of perception

you just believe what you saw in the past, and that makes you grasp for every last breath

If I can see the world again, I hope that I should have the power to make it better, where hope doesn't ever fade, where I am not powerless and could save the light from dwindling. I hope I will be able to change that world