They say "Hope is a good thing,

And maybe the best of things, 
And no good thing ever dies."

But good things do die,
And so do good people, 
Even when hope exists.

How do you have hope 
When for fifty years you've seen
Good things and good people die?

And what good is hope 
In unsurvivable circumstances 
And unrealistic scenarios?

Hope becomes a knife
Dug further into the wound,
Left to bleed alone.

Hope becomes a prison, 
An inescapable cage
And a place that good people call home.

◄ Too Soon

Wasting Time ►


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