Hope


it went away agin,
This so called hope.
That nourished me
This bitter life.
They left agin
Ephemeral dreams
From my lost sleep
Swept by the night's ghost.
Oh, dream, a sad dream,
Returning like a symphony
An arid song, with no melody.
What is life
When all the dreams depart ?
What is life
When there's no more hope....?

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