The absence of hope
Kills everything, eventually.
For as long as a glimmer remains
The fight continues between what is
And what could be.

The absence of hope
Creeps into my 3am
Makes cheese taste like paper
Puts doubt in every step
Until I am sure of nothing.

The absence of hope
Shakes my bones when I wake
Puts ice in my tea
As the hours pass
And I forget what I’m supposed to be doing

The absence of hope is not
The absence of thought
It is a deluge of regret
A heart full of quiet dreams
Slowly being put to bed.

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