Hope

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*This is by no means an indictment in any form.

Hope is but sweet poison on this side of the fence

My heart is the prisoner;

Your self* and my mind are co-wardens;

The power sharing details are not quite clear-cut.

Descending from the summit of “being in love with the idea of”

Only to discover that my pass to the real thing was an illusion

I guess we’ll never know what could have been.

Maybe we still can.

Ugh. Hope. πŸ˜žπŸ‘ŽπŸΎ

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6 comments

  1. Yemie · January 3, 2016

    I have always known hope to be a word most folks love to identify with in the most pleasant of ways but when you lay it out like this….I dunno! Tis sooo hilarious and the cynicism, sarcasm and scorn’s dripping soooo heavy…oozing from every single lettering! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

    On a more serious note, I can totally relate with the Narrator especially when expectations are slow into coming into full realization; resulting in hope dimming, diminishing before disappearing…eventually!πŸ˜”

    Perfect lines and pretty meaningful TM, I laud you on this one! Kudos! πŸ‘‰

  2. Tony Michele · January 3, 2016

    πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. Scorn? 😌
    Thank you! πŸ™πŸΎ
    Love your ‘comments’ ministry!

  3. Visionariekind · January 3, 2016

    wow – deep

  4. Tony Michele · January 3, 2016

    πŸ™πŸΎ

  5. tessadoghor · January 8, 2016

    Give that heart to Jesus
    #Trust
    He’s faithful, reliable & dependable.
    No one else is.
    Except He has the Lordship.

  6. Tony Michele · January 8, 2016

    Indeed. Thank you for stopping by and commenting.

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