Biting Hope

We will leave with nothing, but a tracing. And an inability to talk about what we are facing. We leave behind our souls so we may not sow. They drained our excitement- it is covered in snow. There is an inkling left to activate. So that our eyes will once again not be under this gate. But other than that there is nothing left. Except our families who no longer feel bereft. We turn into static. As not to be erratic. There is no happiness left to plunder. But this population will always wonder. If we dig too far, we will feel guilt. If we hope too much- we will threaten the silence we built. So I hope you understand that as we face these stars at night- That we close the curtains, as if the stars are hope we must fight.