Off To a Better Place

I sit in a crowd
But I feel empty
The voices I hear 
Are distant
The people I see
Are cold
Unknown
Strange.

Is something wrong with me?
Or is it just them?
Or is it the universe?

Of all the evil from
The Pandora's box
Hope came in last
But it seems to be the worst 
Enemy ever

Clawing into me
Like an age old mold
Spreading like a disease
And slowly killing me

Hope designs a future
Of happiness 
And love
A fantasy I'll never live

And when I realize
My last straw of hope
Isn't leading me to sunshine

I piece the sinews of
My heart together
And try one last time
A cry for help
With misty hope

Hope fails me
Yet again
But I smile
As my deepest fear
Becomes true

I'm lonely, I'm alone
I'm abandoned, I'm estranged
I am hurting, I am broken

No one knows
And no one ever will
When I walk outside that door
Never to return
I take my hope
Along with me
To find Nirvana
In a better place
And with better friends

Cause the broken can fix themselves.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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