Hope
I hope to live a little longer.
A little longer, and a bit stronger.
Is my soul getting weak? I ask.
But to whom? I tremble.
Souls I know, hide behind a mask -
Dreaded, I fall and stumble.
Me? Oh, a little girl afraid of the night -
Like Epiales it scars and haunts,
Holds on to me tight.
Hurt, I kneel before ordeals it flaunts!
Hypnos, Thanatos and Erebus - ain't any myth;
Come, latch on and feast like a carnivore.
Slowly, heart burns to ashes with,
Flames of memories, engulfing the core.
Love always heals - but where do I find this elixir?
Like Esther I'm choking, screaming in this bell jar!
I am no beauty, no perfection, definitely not a 'chosen one'-
Yet I hope to live a little longer...
A little longer and a bit stronger!
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