Why Hope:
Why am I
cursed with the hope that will not start?
With a
heart formed of 2nd hand pre-broken parts
Why am I
not good enough?
Why is this
discount life so endless and tough?
Why is hope
setting on me
Why does not
one hear my silent plea
I am lost
and abandoned
Almost now
at darkness’s deathly command
Yet, tomorrow,
break through the gloom
Hope still
dimmer in the oppressive doom
Hope flies
like a dove, it springs forth like the flower
For now, is
hopes birthing Hour
Stand up,
stand up and join this war
Abandoned the
lost, sad, and depressed no more
Stand
beside me, hear me and be my friend
And this
darkness shall one day be at an end
