I cry, beg, scream
I give up, let go, forsake
I reason, ponder, rethink
Hope holds my hand
Hope is an intruder
Waits for no invite
A gatecrasher
I tire, pant, gasp
I long for rest, a breather, a brake
My body sways, knees give away
my hands loose grip
Hope holds my hand and drags me
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