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Feb 2016
It's the hope
That stings
That splinter in my thigh.

When the dark
It engulfs
The truth from well told lie.

The comfort
Cold silk
Of blackness wraps my being.

Inky home
My abode
The solice in not seeing.

But glimmer
Slight glimmer
It sparkles in my eye.

It distracts
Attracts
From my shell it does me pry.

Beaming soft
Penetrates
My wall I've built so strong.

Awakens
Illumines
Hope I've hidden so long.

Pupils large
Adjust now
I could get used to this.

Tiny shoot
Of delight
Is this what was amiss?

But wait now
Gentle touch
It leaves me without warn.

Betrays me
Disappears
Leaves shards of my world torn.

This hope is
Deadly sin
Back in the dark I lie.

It's the hope
That stings
That splinter in my thigh.
Hope can be a wicked beast.
S S
Written by
S S  Australia
(Australia)   
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