Hope is a concept of humanic nature,
That dances and smiles, in the wake of failure,
A lovely shield of comfort and optimism
An illusionist's bridge, over catastrophic schisms.
So it's human to hope, embrace yourself,
So dance and smile despite all hell,
Shield it is, keep marching on,
Over chasms, maintaining dreamy calm,
What's to doubt about a tangible illusion?
At least you crossed the schism,
YOU ARE READING
A Testimony for the Lonely
PoetryAbandoned scenes and abandoned dreams. Have some poetry my friends, if you're brave enough to wander off alone. Shoutout to @xoxocookiegirlxoxo for the great cover.
