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Tear Stained Glass
Gazing down the road again
Breeze blowing light rain against the window
Her wet eyes see what they need to see
My god here he comes!
A lover’s caring fingers wiped her rain away
Cruel delusion
Sweet elation
Turns to blurry mud
Again
Hot mercury streaking down tear stained glass
Her age old eyes of marble
Soaked in lighter fluid
Someday she’ll stop pacing
Someday she’ll stop watching
Someday she’ll stop burning
Soon as she gives up hope
Hope is need
Hope is promise
Hope is fantasy
Hope is life
Hope is the great betrayer
Nothing is as eternal as hope
Breeze blowing light rain against the window
Her wet eyes see what they need to see
My god here he comes!
A lover’s caring fingers wiped her rain away
Cruel delusion
Sweet elation
Turns to blurry mud
Again
Hot mercury streaking down tear stained glass
Her age old eyes of marble
Soaked in lighter fluid
Someday she’ll stop pacing
Someday she’ll stop watching
Someday she’ll stop burning
Soon as she gives up hope
Hope is need
Hope is promise
Hope is fantasy
Hope is life
Hope is the great betrayer
Nothing is as eternal as hope
Published 28th Nov 2022
| Edited 30th Nov 2022
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28th Nov 2022 10:53pm
Hope pushes us into the fire from which we emerge ashen or purified, sometimes even both
28th Nov 2022 10:55pm
What a fascinating way of looking at it. I see hope as a bit of a double edged sword. Keeps our spirit alive as long as we can keep from slipping into delusion.
