The Death of Hope

Joe Cicalese
The death of hope,
such a crushing defeat,
such feelings of woe,
snatch the breath from me.
I must maintain my posture,
and steady my resolve.
I must not let them know,
my hope is dead and my dreams are dying.
This life is fleeting
and I can't stop crying.
Are we born to live?
or are we born already dying?
This agony is bearing down like a needle in my eye.
I was once so happy.
I was once so free.
Why have all these feelings escaped me?

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  • R. K. LoBello3/8/2011

    Powerful words...I think we all feel that way at times, unfortunately.

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