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HOPE AND I

 

Hope and I

HOPE AND I

Swallow the memories I have as I gaze at the stars and hope,

Destroy what is left behind and let me move on in this empty world,

Let me be the shell of my old self as I trudge my way to solitude,

And when my hour comes whisper in my ear the words I have never heard,

Those words that no lips have uttered, except for the one who is not here anymore.

Swallow me up from within til nothing is left,

No trace, no light or shadow, just void and inexistence,

For I tell you that being shackled up in this earthly bound prison is morbid,

Is draining and uttermost painful.

It is heavy in the heart and dark in the thoughts.

Swallow me up and leave nothing,

For indeed I have searched you yet so elusive you have been,

And my heart is heavy, my body is heavy, and my eyes are dry,

Can you not see? Eat my heart and leave nothing of it.

I cannot dream anymore, for they have become ashes

I cannot smile anymore for my mask is broken,

I cannot be myself anymore for I am shattered insideout.

Leave nothing behind, for there is no purpose in not doing so,

A broken soul, a pierced heart, an elusive existence

Leave nothing behind, not even the ashes.

As I gaze at the stars I see that hope has passed away,

She is long gone,

And so am I…

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