Hope

I wish to be found 

in an hour, at most. 

I still haven't drowned 

in my worst feelings and memories.

Hope is the feeling 

you never get when you're lost,

when you're lost in a dream, 

or a terrifying scene.

How do I find what I'm looking for? 

Where am I supposed to go? 

I feel like I need you, 

yet leave, we cannot grow.

Sure enough, we cannot grow from this,

such possibility a won't fit.

All we can do is watch,

watch those chaotic memories sit.

Yes, they sit there, almighty and high,

taunting us as devastation cries.

Bags of rocks on either side, 

pulling our tired limbs,

taking them for a ride.

Hope is the feeling 

you want to feel in this moment, 

yet the minds of the children

are their own abandonment.