Hope

Although he's laughing,
a beaten dream upon the floor,
he wishes for help.
A shadow creeps
through his mind:
his old friend distress.
His perfect liquid transcendence
lies bare inside his psyche.
Faith falls like lava from his heart,
freezes and remains a wasteful heap,
painfully void of all assistance.
And near his feet
are the aspirations
of his future:
unobtainable as they all
are long dead and burned,
the victims of his shortage of hope.



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