Thursday, April 6, 2006

False Hope

What is it about hope that makes me hate myself?

Why does the anticipation of another day fill me with dread?

What is the point of living a life I cannot control?

Who has real enthusiasm at the prospect of failing to no end?

Is the opportunity for one right decision enough to make a sun's rising worthwhile?

Tag: poetry

 
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