A Moment's Relief...

I like to close my eyes and remain in eternal bliss.
The ignorant fool whose wounds are allowed to decay.
Maybe this isn't the way, yet the damage's done.
If I manage to pull through then what is next.

Hope kindles the flame of my disappointment.

It cost more than its value.
I question if it's worthwhile.
Since bitten the bullet everything isn't any better.
Have I anymore to give?
What is left to say?
The options available to me make things worse.

A moment's relief was the belief I held so dearly...