At the funeral of Hope…

the hope died…
finally.
it was so stubborn in not dying
so reckless and so hopeful
of a few more minutes
of another sunlight
of one more …..
ok, i would be honest here
the hope was hopeful of so many things
and that was the problem
but, don’t you worry now
it is history
it wouldn’t bother you anymore
with dreams and longing ness
i hated that shadow,
i hated that         ….
no, you don’t disrespect the dead
you put a garland on its cold, dead cold
whatever is left
and hope that hope would not
be there again
on a new morning
on the first rainfall
to surprise you
again… and again and again.
amen

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