Artwork from Google




dreams fade …



dreams fade,


eventually slithering

into

pale fogginess.



years recycle years,


grinding down shellshocked lives.


merely more raw

fodder for the beast.



oh but not hope!

hope persists.


hope scalds mercilessly,

jabbing at

the

core.


hope twists knives,


a

teasing

constant

ache.


hope!


the very ache

that

assures me,



that,


i


am


alive …



Artwork from Google

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