Hope is a bastard

It’s barbaric thorns rip and shred Screaming without a whisper Every lead meanders to a frayed not Scratching and scraping the numb Drowning on the air Kneeling as it command me to stand Sadness withers in its face Fear bathed in its beauty Want shakes it’s head in derision In the darkness it glimmers like a candle sprayed with wind Always near but never close enough In the eyes of the lost it cowers whispers of never to be Life’s favourite joke always less than more laughing manically at you as you crumble at its feet on the floor