Hope 2
I hate myself for having it
For allowing myself to believe that the ending will be different
There has never been anything else
No other way for things to go
Its sometimes the most cruel poison.....
Shooting stars are just falling rocks that don't grant wishes
The gospel is words, no prophecy within them
And its not that there is nothing around the corner
There was never even a corner to turn
Sometimes I drown in the depths of the unfulfilled the unrealized
The unobtained
But I'm a fool if I still believe there is anything to gain
Copyright © Alex Roberson | Year Posted 2018
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