Hope Noir
Dark thoughts, running around my head
Tortured soul, wishing it was dead
Not knowing how she truly feels
Wounds she caused, will they heal?
Death of me, would be an easy option
Noose, or blade? Or drugs of some concoction?
No! I can’t, my faith won’t let me!
Hope still lives, together, myself and she?
Patience, a virtue, I wish to know!
So this seed I’ll plant, and watch it grow.
What will it be?
I’ll wait and see!
Copyright © Zachariah Higgins | Year Posted 2021
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