The Hopeless

Forgiveness hung on the edge of death
Keyed to an outcome
Maybe gold could fix the reality
Restoring the dreams magnificence
You see when the dream shattered
It shredded the love
Ripping compassion
Leaving only tatters
Which clogged the heart
Smothered in blood
Breath struggled
Drowning in the remembering
Of a trust betrayed
Ghost eyes weep
Sanitising the wounds
Oozing with pestilence and pain
Fatigued the battle is hopeless
There are only so many tears that can be cried
And with them is brought
A different kind of infection

Posted: Tuesday, June 16th, 2020 @ 5:39 pm
Categories: Poems, The Sight.
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