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waiting on a miracle
The hopes roll in
and roll right back out
like the offering of a holographic
blanket on a freezing night
it looks good
but holds no weight or substance
and is worse than if the illusion
hadn't shown up at all
I exercise practical thinking
try and find the silver linings
but I'm shit out of luck
and everything is lined with ash
that somehow manages to sparkle
in the right light
I fight to hold onto something beautiful
anything beautiful
but beauty like everything else
is ephemeral
and my fight fades
with every wilting flower
I can't bring back to life
and it feels like a metaphor
or a prophecy
for a future I can't see
and can't imagine
I wish there was more to life
than this endless disappointment
The hopes roll in
© Indie Adams 2022
and roll right back out
like the offering of a holographic
blanket on a freezing night
it looks good
but holds no weight or substance
and is worse than if the illusion
hadn't shown up at all
I exercise practical thinking
try and find the silver linings
but I'm shit out of luck
and everything is lined with ash
that somehow manages to sparkle
in the right light
I fight to hold onto something beautiful
anything beautiful
but beauty like everything else
is ephemeral
and my fight fades
with every wilting flower
I can't bring back to life
and it feels like a metaphor
or a prophecy
for a future I can't see
and can't imagine
I wish there was more to life
than this endless disappointment
The hopes roll in
© Indie Adams 2022
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