Without hope

Something inside dies

Dreams fade

Expectations drift

For desire awaits fulfilment

and all the promises

without a today

never become reality.

For it is in the possessing

of all that has been mislaid

That changes desire

and raises expectation.

For without hope

something inside dies.

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3 Responses to Axe

  1. Mary says:

    It is not a good feeling to have no hope!

Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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