Hope
Isn't a wonderous thing
It doesn't deserve
to be praised
To be inked onto someone's body
Hope
Is a coward;
it destroys every ounce
Of your being
Of your mind
Of your soul.
Hope so much for something
it makes
Your body quiver and ache
And constantly lust after the impossible
And once you realize
Its all out of reach
You're left to somehow comprehend;
To try to uncover what not one can fathom
Hope
is a way to
Pretend its all going to be okay,
A way to say that the sun will always shine
Out of the black heartless night
A way to say
That happiness is almost at your reach
And that you're only a few feet away
From reaching the warm sand
And soaking in
the salty comfortingness of the sea
When you
were once stuck in a blizzard of snow
And now you finally are free
Hope
Is but an illusion
Hope so much your
Mind starts playing tricks on you
Promising you what you yearn for
Yet deep down know you'll never have it
Hope
Is just another way
To drive one insane,
Forever Trying to bring back
What once
was.