Lost Hope

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There is a shadow hanging over me,

It blocks the warmth of the sunshine.

The shadow will not stop and leave me be.

My hope is as thin as a fishing line.

 

My dreams feel crushed inside my heart,

A longing for love in a dark, dark spot.

The overbearing darkness is just a start,

My hopes and dreams are as small as a dot.

 

The glee I once felt is a faint memory,

Just a story that is no longer mine.

My unspoken thoughts could cause a quandary.

The story of a life once lived was fine.

 

But now it is just a cold dark whisper

I feel like a lost and lonely pauper.

In the Words of Megan BenfieldWhere stories live. Discover now