Archive for August 6, 2018

hope in dystopia …

art from google

hope in dystopia …

fingers raw, bruised and sore,

masks stripped, truth tearing at the core,

feelings forgotten, discarded and rotten,

emptiness scratching at the bottom,

moments fungal, trapped in this desolate jungle,

scalding pride to ashes cold and humble,

dreams trashed, memories adrift, lashed,

wheels of lives callously slashed …

still, yet, always,

hope persists,

through life’s turns and twists,

hope never dies,

hope resists …

art from google

art from google

hope 2.0

what are we if not tinder, unable to rekindle the embers,

of hope,

what becomes of us if we stall, if we choose to lay down each time we fall …

art from google

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