No Hope

Eyes burned wide open

can’t cry anymore

Numb to emotion

’cause I’ve seen it before

Nothing tugs at my heartstrings

No harp strings to play

’cause the instrument’s broken

Strings are all frayed

The bird that is Hope can’t perch or sing

an’ she’s getting so tired of flappin’ her wings

No heart to land on

Just bits on the floor

No respite, no Inn

Then

No Hope anymore

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4 thoughts on “No Hope

  1. I experience this poem as one of your best. You have captured the depth of unrequited yearning. “Eyes burned wide open”, what a startling and poignant expression.
    -Lisa

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