Monday, September 13, 2010

Hope

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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