Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2020
You preach hope
but everything you do
leads to ****
Dishonest or Deluded
You can't find meaning in
Nothing

The Specter was right
Our fears are in the garden
Nurtured by the critique
of the absurd
What we have in hope
We lack in worth
Written by
joshua echevarria
107
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems