053: Hopeless

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This poem is created because of the one wish that I am truly hoping to become true, even if it doesn't and will not happen. The wish is impossible, but creating a poem about it is possible, so this is what came out of my words. It sounds suicidal, but it doesn't have anything to do with it.

LIII

HOPELESS

Sleep, little raindrop

Breathe at the moment of silence

And wish upon the stars above

Explore, little vision

Recreate a perfect world inside

And wish that it would come true

Build, little orphan

Over the fires and floods below

And cover the sea-sprayed eyes

Sing, little whisper

The cries of the abandoned ones

And hum a broken dream

Kiss, little sunlight

Heal a shadowed heart in pain

And shine at a misty dawn

Open, little spirit

Expect nothing from true reality

And count the days and nights

Bleed, little pillow

Rejoice upon the wrath of death

And wait at the slit of chance

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