Catharsis: 365 days of poetry

109: Hope (Less)

Nothing like the rest,
a one in a million.
Life loves to throw its tests,
a ten in a billion.

Looking for love
nothing more but the best.
My name is already blocked,
as anyone could guess.

Moon stares back in disbelief,
thinking two possibilities:
what is false and what to believe,
and what are the true probabilities.

All by myself in the coldness,
down the summit of my choices.
Feeling so empty and souless
we become slaves of our inner voices.