Anna Hopper Poet Rhyme

House of Lost Hope

This load is too heavy
To carry alone
I’ll never be ready 
For you to come home

I try and try harder
Even, I, see no effort
In a world of lost chargers
And abundance of ports

These walls are wild demons
They won’t let me leave
They produce twice the semen
Each time that they breed

The worse it becomes
I’m less likely to escape
The more I eat crumbs
The less I want cake
 
So, I linger here
Within four walls
I exist in fear
Avoiding halls

The house of lost hope
No longer a home
A thick, deadly smoke
Eats away at the bones 

The structure is brittle
It fades by the day
I live in the middle
Warmed by the hay

I sacrificed  blankets
To smother the fire
My nest, now a pit
And I’m not a flyer

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