![]() Hope?A Poem by ChrisShe walked a crooked road For year she kept that hope one day it will be alright she thought as she wandered
as she staggered on that hope began to slip a needle a drink Stories on her wrists
a river running red to me it brought life to her it brought longing for hope it will dry
I tried to keep her up forced that head up high it just dragged her lower as she wondered why
“what's the point?” she says “another day of despair?” I told her to have hope it will be alright
too late © 2014 Chris |
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