None the Wiser

Cyclical; it repeats itself without fail
Moving laboriously from peak to trough
And then back forth once again.
There comes the moment when the light loses its shine
Making way for darkness to descend.
With it brings the winds of the east to the west
Exactly what I detest.

This volatility, composed of extremity swinging from
Best to worst, first to last.
Tear the serene peace apart, inviting war to stay.
It won't be soon before it's over,
For all around stinks with terror.

Lesson must be learnt;
The scars shall serve as the sobering reminder
That to hope is to engage in the business of self-deception.
Since the returns of hope is a blank check titled
'Hopelessness'.