hushed whispers,
in a night, of wild dreams,
procreated a child
and named her hope.
and she,
she whispered too;
quiet dreams of being lost
and/or found
in the thrill of it all.
but these hushed whispers,
in a night of wild darkness
and broken memories,
procreated another child
and named her despair.
suddenly hope was forgotten
and the creator of the hushed whispers
coddled despair.
traded hope for despair.
belligerent, and bitter, and broken
the creator
felt nothing
but the child held in the arms
that used to hold the other.
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
hushed whispers,
in a night, of wild dreams,
procreated a child
and named her hope.
and she,
she whispered too;
quiet dreams of being lost
and/or found
in the thrill of it all.
but these hushed whispers,
in a night of wild darkness
and broken memories,
procreated another child
and named her despair.
suddenly hope was forgotten
and the creator of the hushed whispers
coddled despair.
traded hope for despair.
belligerent, and bitter, and broken
the creator
felt nothing
but the child held in the arms
that used to hold the other.
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