far from hope

stayed on the river bank 

all day long until dusk

but not even a bit 

on the fishing rod


there is this waiting game

that leaves alot of loss, as a trail of no hope

looking beyond the edge of the hieght

for a ray of light

ears are blocked by the thudding of the heart

mere fear, for the future is bleak


working oneself to the bone

curving deep into the heart's core

for answers of actions long history

nothing tangible achieved

hope is lost, feeling damned

far from hope

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