WHERE DOES HOPE EVER CLING IF NOT HERE

Where does hope ever cling if not here
By james a. galgano

Maybe this should have been written elsewhere than here.
By james a. galgano

One last thought before I leave.
I am no bleeding heart lost upon the snot of someone's sleeve.
I don't wait in the shadows upon showers if endless shadows upon which we all now forever cling.
I am I think lost like all of you waiting in the wizards' endless wings before monkeys begin to fly away.
Leaving us here endlessly without hope or clue
After if life is worth living then why are we here when no one replies to what we hope or do.
While awaiting salvation like a kiss to taste our unforgiving face
Where hope never springs eternal no matter how much we seek her undying grace