Poetry Tree

Hopeless

Hopeless 

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Footsteps crossing each puddle,

dear Lord, why had I been so subtle.

Another evening another night,

the son and his parents started to fight.

The daughter's pushed away,

hoping problems won't get to her way.

"Don't talk to strangers," her mother said,

she did it anyway...

In the internet she found hope,

found the hidden missing rope.

The rope of risks not that she's afraid to take,

she would dare to make her have a clean slate.

She doesn't care if she gets killed,

she doesn't care if she's kidnapped.

All her love she pours with her skills,

all her problems under her hat.

Dear mom, I loved you...

You always said you loved me too...

But dad, aren't I free to do this?

Get me out of this sinking abyss.

You can't bare to see me drown, right?

You're always worrying, so filled with fright.

Let go of my hand cause I can't swim with an arm,

Just stay where you stand, I'll come back with a heart.

I promise I'll be back,

stop imagining me being buried in a sack.

I'm fourteen now...

I no longer weigh one pound.

Yes, I'll move away from here,

away from where you are clear.

I want to go to the home I used to be,

where the love was warm and I was free.

You can't keep a bird caged forever,

what use will it's wings be?

Don't look for a messenger,

I'm planning to flee.

There's a place you don't want me to go,

I'm going there but you're afraid and so...

I'll make it up to you when the time comes back,

Bring back the love that we once had.

But today, the remains of my heart...

It's nothing but a pile of ashes.

From dust where we've start,

and back to dust I'll be back.

If you're day has come and I'm not back,

I'll swear I'd regret the whole time I've sat.

Though everyday, our family is hopeless,

so I'll be back when I've found a way out of stress.

This isn't just for me, it's for all of us...

All you've got to do is build up the trust.

I'll take the first step into the water,

I'll test if it's colder or hotter.

I promise that I'll lead a way out,

but the problem is, I'm looking for it.

Every scream, every shout...

It'll never be around when you call it.

I've found it...

That same warmth I used to feel at our house.

Finding it was a hard hit,

slamming down, into the couch.

Love. The happiness in the word,

doesn't it make you forget the world?

The after effects of it's failure?

Sorrow, sadness, death. It's no leisure.

Caressing the beat of red blood,

striking it up enough to lose sight of the sun.

I don't need the light anymore unless,

we've found the reason to no longer be hopeless.

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Author's Note: Been feeling down the past months... I just needed to let it out. :))