What Hope is There Left

What Hope is There Left

Hope is a fleeting want

that desire for something more

a dream that seldom

comes to fruition

 

Hope wears the wings

of a spectral being

a mystical, dragonfly-like creature

flitting around dying flowers

 

But hope’s light

seems to diminish each day

the dimming sucking the joy

out of life

 

Hope’s bright white

fades slowly to a dull misty gray

taking on a musty decaying smell

until its light finally

blinks out

 

Hope’s song,

at first vibrant and

full of joyful expectation,

dies a slow painful death

its death-wail

tearing your heart

from which you feel

you’ll never recover

 

When hope is gone,

what is there left?

 

But there’s always hope…

isn’t there?

Shouldn’t there be?

 

I don’t know any more.

At the moment,

I have little hope

for anything.

 

--Sasha Wolfe