Hope is weightless
Hope floats on air
Hope is something most never see
But always know is there
Most people have hope
It dances on the sky
It relaxes in the clouds
They never seem to cry
Their smiles light the sun
Their eyes sparkle and glow
But then there are those
Whose names you'll never know
These have their hope
But it's cracking and weak
These have a future
But can barely last a week
Their hope morphs to suffering
A dark and morbid beast
Giving them peril, pain, and thoughts
That they'd be better off deceased
Suffering like iron chains
Binding them to every fail
They try to move; to escape
But, alas, to no avail
Every move they make is planned
A step on a minefield
One wrong move, they'll explode
They feel their fates are sealed
No one knows their pain
The feeling of a path now lost
The people try to understand
But will never know the cost
The hopeless lose blood, sweat, and tears
Trying to be their best
Despite relentless encouragent
They still feel like less
A cell of suffering in which they live
A tent of strife and terror
A prison of pain, a guillotine of guilt
There is no room for error
The hopeful see a smile
They leave these people be
But hidden in the hopeless' eyes
Is what you must search for to see
Hope is weightless
Hope floats on air
Hope is something most never see
But always know is there
Many have no hope
They are falling from the sky
Their eyes are filled with clouds
But you'll never see them cry.
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Jocelyn's Poetry
PoetryI love poetry. It helps me express myself, in ways a simple conversation could never convey. My poetry speaks to me, and hopefully, something I write may speak to you. Enjoy. 《WARNING: this is where I come when I feel sad, anxious, angry, etc. This...
