HOPE
It just
Lays there,
The poisoned
Needle...
It's untouched...
The venom,
Glistening still
Invitingly.
Little keys
To, a drift
Away
Are scattered
About.
They are
Evidence
Of life
Preserved!
A shoe
Nearby
Tells of
A
Quick getaway
.
No goodbyes
A sudden
Change
Of mind!
The faintness
Of hope
Lingers
Over
The scene...
It guards
The sight
With little
Strength
It has
Left.
Still
Resilient
It will
Not give
Up...
Hope
In
Near
Hopelessness!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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