Hope….
Clings tenuously to my soul
Tied to my being by a threadbare string
A fragile delicate barely breathing thing
It wants, it needs
But rarely does it grasp
The reality of its fantasy
The neediness of its clasp
It looks to the future
And wants to see the light
With eager aspirations
To see morning come from night
Its always there, It never leaves
The bane of my existence
It keeps me coming back for more
Damn it in its persistence
Hope….
Why continue
When it’s all in vain
There is no better
Wish I could abstain
But Hope….
It clings..
It needs..
It wants…
Believes that happiness is attainable…
Believes in love…
Believes the unexplainable.