Hope is beyond my reach.
Just in front of my nail.
Maybe I can make it.
If I use a boat with a sail.
It's so close,
Yet so far away.
Right over there,
Maybe I'll get there by May.
Why so far away, you might ask.
For despair is the opposite of hope.
It's something unpleasant.
Something I can't cope.
If I could just reach out,
And feel the wonder of hope.
What if I used a tool to pull me there?
Like perhaps...a rope?
Hope is with me.
Why didn't I realize it before?
I went through trouble and pain,
And now I'm sore.
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Written on August 7...about a month ago
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PuisiFragments of hope, Fragments of lies, A tale of sorrow, And a lot of goodbyes. ------------------------------------------- Cover picture does NOT belong to me. Also, none of the pictures are mine...if you find out who ANY of the lovely artists are...
