Just Clearing My Head (Compilations of Crappy Poems)

Hope

Hope.

What an odd thing.

Makes you believe
Think that something could be.

What a foolish thing.

It's a tool we use.
A word we abuse.

In the end we are left worse
More distraught than we were before

Why do we keep holding on to it
We always end up plummeting

Going places we would never think to be

All I want is to be free
Free from this thing
This emotion I feel

I need to escape the cycle.

With hope
I go nowhere.