my hope
begins to grow again
a bloom
still tightly furled

one time
you were my world
but I know
there are many worlds

When red is all I see
I **** my pen and let it bleed
woes, curses, miseries
This world is built
on envy, hate and greed

When love I aim to feel
I play guitar
upon my hill
Looking down on
the desperately broken
for someone to put
my last hope in
.................................