~ Hope ~

You awaken Hope,
raising it from a coma
with promises of a tomorrow.
Like a wounded bird it flutters
but does not yet fly.
It's wing is bent.
You pick up Hope,
bandage it there gently
then all at once toss it up into the air
and set it free.
It stutters, it begins to fall
but with some struggle,
it finds it's strength and takes on the sky.
Hope flies with such grace
and beauty...
It feels like another life came to it~
...Like it was never broken before.
Just as it begins to climb
and finds itself in the breath
of a gentle breeze~
Just as it lets it's wings go by it's side
and allows itself to glide~
you yank Hope down like it was always 
connected to a string... 
~Like it was a kite for which you played with
for your own amusement.
Hope nose dives to the hard earth
and crashes there 
where it's only another fatality to you.

And it suffers there~
It's very last thought
undeserved but sadly of you.


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