Here, Hope đź“Ť Hoping for Change
A poem at moment hope ends and action begins for a human
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I hope
This time they mean it…they’ll stop
Slap! Slices through me…this nightmare
Am I sleep walking?…Wake me. Please.
The gash breaks the spell
Lacerations sting...No, this is not a dream
I feel trepidation…they won’t stop
This time, I know…I will make this stop
Hope, no…act
© 2023 K. Joseph. All rights reserved
My poem was born in my imagination after reading this one by RayneOnFire (donna rayne): If I Don’t Mean Much to Him and Promptly Written cue.
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