Some days hope seems foolish.

Things will never be the same.

The way I dream the world to be

Lives only in my head.

Some days hope seems futile,

Like hope doesn’t stand a chance.

The darkness has overshadowed it,

All the light inside is dead.

Some days hope seems lost,

like a city in the bush.

It’s meant to shine brightly but

Fear and dread have buried it instead.

No more will it be seen.

No more will it be felt.

It’s vanished like a dove,

No song or word it said.

No more dreams or aspirations,

No more visions or cheerful talk.

The Reaper stands in waiting for

The gloomy and full of dread.

I stand here in the darkness,

Tethered to my doom.

Hope has gone away now

My life is left unknown.


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