23

Sep

by thefourpartland

Hope fills a place within my heart
Curse and damn and hate upon
yet hope still springs, an eternal foe
I cannot rest, not this while

I wish for hope to go away
to leave me alone. Let me live
I cry, let me be in peace
Never, comes the call, and always must I heed

Hope is a cruel thing
calling us beyond all measure
Hope wounds the heart, the soul
offering promises of naught

And yet I follow on
from promise unto promise
Sadly caught all the while
knowing what I do

Hope is torture now
a feeling ill resolved
Offering what it cannot give
Playing with my soul

Yet one foot forward and one foot more
After hope I stride
It calls to me and here I go
Forever the blushing bride

Filed Under Other Writing, Poetry 

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