Hopeless

Posted by Brad Osborne on September 30, 2020 · 12 Comments 

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Burst like a child’s red balloon

Hope hangs well-creased and thread-bare

Stippled in the scars of fate

Saddled with our every care

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Decaying scent to what has died

The smell of salt within our tears

Tragic the trodden path that leads

To facing our unknown fears

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It fades in our most trying times

Turning darker than burnt toast

Easily we fall without it there

When we are needing it the most

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We cannot lose our guiding light

Stumbling through the darkness that comes

The weight of life is hard to bear

As hopeless the mind becomes

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