| 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. More New Poetry More Poetry Lair Homepage |