clinging to it with all the despair of a
widow who sees her dead husbands reflection in the mirror,
wanting more than anything to bring
it close to my chest where I can guard it with all diligence,
and knowing that the very hope I cling to
is actually a knife ready to sink into my heart,
killing the life that beats within me.
there is no hope in this dream, it is nothing more than a hallucination of happier days