Hope can be a deadly thing
When delivered as a dream,
And shared with another.
The One who got away,
The biggest mistake ever made.
The Gilded Second Chance – Holy Grail.
Other.
Hope can be a deadly thing
In the hands of the unstable,
Hopeless, or blind.
In a whirlwhind it takes you
Miles from paralyzed existence,
Toward heaven,
In the arms of The One you love,
Confident with new found purpose,
Hope drops you, sets you back,
Far behind where it found you
Rendered worse for the wear.
Bleeding.
Left for dead.
Then it gets dangerous.
Menacing. Fatal.
True Hope, the Deceiver
Must convince you
It was a fluke,
Someone else’s fault.
Simply just bad luck.
Hope Tells you
“Not the right time”,
Or “never meant to be.”
“It’s For the best.”
“Just the way it is.”
Sometimes, “God’s Will.”
You have to believe in it’s
Mystical, Magical, Karmic design;
Beyond human control or understanding.
You must believe a lie… any lie
To keep the nagging truth,
Slapping you in the face from the inside,
From becoming Revelation.
And you Hope this is not the way it is.
But this is not how Hope is.
—emotionalorphan—