Empty Hope

Why do we hold onto hope

When all it leaves us

Is empty inside

Like a glass slipper left behind

A hint of missed reality

Stranded in time

Grasping to this feeling

Not knowing the outcome

What we call Hope

Insides dripping with decay,

But hope seems to keep it at bay

.

Why do we hold onto hope

When all it leaves us

Is an empty hole

Of something we wish to be

.

When the outcome comes to fruition,

We call it a miracle

But when the outcome dies,

we lose hope in all that is good

.

What a word, hope

An empty promise to ourselves

To make the bleak a little more shiny

Tiny shards

Filtered through rosy glasses

Passes as hope in the fray

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Hope is like the last bit of oxygen

Before we swallow the water

Drowning in emptiness

Sometimes it saves

And other times

We grow more cold

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So again, why do we hold onto hope,

When all it leaves us

Is empty as we die