hope


I hate the word hope
as an action of being
I hate the uncertainty
of wanting and dreaming
unable to relay on myself
to find what in seeking
still I desire
dreaming and wanting without seeking
why so I continue
to live in make believe
when I've fail countless times
endless, it seems
although as deep as I dig myself
in this pit of despair
this word that I hate
never fails to be there

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