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?
