At the end of the Road

Hope was once my friend

( G are u listening?)

Hope

Was once my friend,

comfort, source of bravado.

Now somehow

I’m not so sure,

is she  an ally

or a foe?

When our love was new

all I had was you.

And Hope.

She was there

while we  laughed

and cried

in our own fashion,

steadying us

with all our passion.

Hope

Became a bedrock of faith

for  what I though would be

everlasting  union.

Now, eleven long years later

Love is stale,

your betrayal fresh.

I’m enmeshed

in a broken bubble.

My friend Hope

who once  lent courage

for commitment,

she  now causes hurt

blinds my judgement.

All around is pain

inside as well

know I should leave

brave the rain.

But tiny little wisps

of hopeless hope

whisper

of rainbows…

the warmth of her lips

makes me

linger.

Hope was once a  friend,

but now I’m not so sure.

Have I waited too long ?

Am chilled with dread…

Is my numbness

that of the dying

Or that of the dead?