Hoping In Idleness

A glorious dawn it was that once gleamed with The radiance of hope from the yonder Although, you think to yourself How pleasant would it have been, if only It wasn't the hope that appears falsely The kind of hope That puts despair in disguise To prey on victims left nothing to expect You channel all your blame to the other Unaware that it is you, the self Who had summoned it clean And you, the self Made it vile from not making Now all that is left Are forsakened remains Of that which hope Has brutally clawed out of you Nonetheless As your insides feed the swarming vultures Conviction heeds to your desperate call And foolishly, you begin Hoping That you will soon rise again!