poetry

Hope’s Lost (25 – July -2016)

Crumble like a cookie
After thinking you’re set
Deflate my castle
Till there is no air left
Darling lift your sleeve
I think I saw some red
Possible scenarios
Running through my head

Lying still on the bed
As if my cells were walled
Staring intently at the cracks
Waiting for your call
But hope you stagger
To break my fall

Hanging by a nail
I’m begging you
Pick up the phone
And let me through
Getting better
Is what I need to do

But Hope’s taking long.

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