Marilyn Hernandez Poet Rhyme

No Hope For the Hopeless

I doubt myself,
And all my worth,

I hate this life,
And curse my birth,

No need to wait,
For my 6 feet of earth,

I’m already dead and buried,
In this hearse I call skin,

'Cause I’ve laughed for so long, 
While I’ve cried from within,

So laugh with the cynics, 
At all hopes that I’ll win,

'Cause victory is an illusion,
A mirage I can’t touch,

Why should I delude myself,
With visions of such?

I’d rather die a broken cynic,
Before using hope as my crutch.

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Robert A. Dufresne December 3, 2010 at 5:47 AM a question of semantics derived by experience I would guess, Marilyn. Great poem. Well expressed. I think one can choose to call "Hope " a crutch ...or an integral part of the healthy human experience....I choose the latter. :) by the way,Thank you for your wonderful comment! I appreciate it.

Sharon Ruebel November 20, 2010 at 12:27 PM Marilyn, Thank you for sharing this with me, I love it! Still, I have to believe in hope, it gets me through. Thank you for all your kind words and stopping by to read me. As Always, Shar

Poet Destroyer A September 3, 2010 at 8:34 PM OI! Marilyn, well done on your deep spoken out choice of words.. I sometimes feel as if my life is cursed. My friend always says HOPE is for the weak.. he he,, so i try hard not to use them words around him,,,Loved and enjoyed your poem,..LeeAnn