hope is foolish, after all
for little comes from moonlit skies
and yet, in lone and starlight fall
happy tears I do yet cry
if one lone one would dare to dream
then everlasting skies would beam
for when there's hope, the new dawn comes
and rest assured, the dreams become
a shining field, with hopes anew
resting upon morning dew
for hope is foolish, after all
but one with none is fool of all
hope is foolish, after all
there's little there in mourning skies
but even as the curtains fall
I stand up tall and say goodbyes
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PoetryA collection of mentally ill poems about the world, written by a mentally ill person. Perfect if you're into abstract or freeform poetry. New updates come at random times, but expect slightly consistent updates at least once a week or so! Top 10 in...
