A WORLD WITHOUT HOPE
I’ve lost my imagination:
My hopes, my dreams, my fantasies;
My what if’s and if onlys and somedays
Buried under an avalanche of freezing reality
That blows down out of the north like a winter blizzard
Covering all my maybes and I hope so’s.
I have a new friend now,
Cold and hard as the grave,
Final, and just as inescapable.
I wanted so much; maybe too much,
I never thought so, but all my life
I’ve been told not to wish for what I wanted most,
Because I was never getting it.
Why should that change now?
The spark has gone out,
The one that says keep trying
I can’t fight inevitability. I know
I can’t control other peoples’ agendas,
My prayers bounce off the ceiling back at me, mocking.
Why do some people seem to get every desire of their hearts,
And others only get the manure pit?
So what’s left? Why go on?
I’ve never been a fan of self-destruction.
I’ll muddle through, I will. That’s all some of us
Have to hold on to. It’s not much, but it’s everything.
The new reality says to put one foot in front of the other,
Take my medicine, And live the best way I can
In a world without hope.
-August 3, 2011