I’m stuck
an old shirt in the lost and found
a traumatized dog kept in a pound
or a bird behind some black prison bars
no, I’m just a human with too many scars
one day perhaps I might escape
with special magic wand and cape
to paradise no price to pay
if I don’t die before that day
Doesn’t sound like hope to me
Thanks for reading …..hope is often the cause of much suffering….don’t you agree?
Agreed
I like the rhythm of this. Are you hoping to escape the moment you are in?
Fia
It’s just an observation gleaned from reading work from other writers about their own struggles which seem to never end.
Glad you’re here.
Sometimes we need despair to hope, and sometimes despair is the death of hope. Interesting food for thought.
Hope only adds to misery.