i tried: poems from a lost soul

Hope

I hate the word,

Almost as much as I hate the phrases

'I don't know'

And 'I know'.

The former imparts

That my lack of knowledge makes me useless,

While the latter indicates

That I am useless despite my knowledge.

As for 'hope'?

Why, it is a feeble excuse for action

Employed only when we are powerless

Against something out of our control;

Or perhaps we choose this inaction,

Don't care enough to instead 'ensure',

And perhaps by 'we' I mean 'I',

And the empty promises I made

Are crashing down around my head.

And yet, still, I

Hope.