“Hope.” An optimistic state of mind or feeling that something desired will happen or turn out for the best … I am tired of hoping and hoping. Things aren’t going to get better, are they? I lost mom. You told me you would help me. You gave me that hope. But now you’re gone. And all I can do is watch as it rots away. What is there left to lose? What can I lose? Everything has already been taken away. What can I lose? my mind…? … I wrote another poem today. And I realize I never told you about them. I guess it’s better this way. That I knew less grief. … Are you watching? Are you proud? Are you happy? Knowing you have shattered the dreams Of ones that loved you? Maybe it’s better this way. You can’t bring me down. … The tide rolls in, a heavy, breathless sigh, To wash the blood and stardust from the shore. The sea-foam mirrors back a bleeding sky, For Deepabyss, who walks the waves no more. First Mother left, and now he follows too, Into the dark where no patrol can trace. The sun climbs up, erasing cold and blue, And forces light upon this empty place. They call this morning "hope," a promise made, That light will heal the cracks within the soul. But hope is just a cruel, deceptive shade, A waking nightmare that demands its toll. It forces me to watch the shadows die, When all I want is darkness, thick and deep. The sunrise is a beautiful, bright lie, That wakes a grief that should be left to sleep. … I’m starting to sound like Freckle, aren’t I…
