This is a wonderful poem. I can remember being filled with hope in the days of my youth. Even when I was being bullied to the point of wanting to commit suicide, the damn hope was still there in the background.
From my current vantage point, I hate everyone and everything that gave me meaningless hope and impossible dreams. There are no opportunities left. I am well and truly done.
Hope makes everything painful.
ReplyDeleteIt does indeed. I'm at a point where I hope for nothing, and yet I so desperately need a big win.
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