I think now my brain may find I'm hoping on something, or someone false.
My hope extends to everyone I meet, and smile with. Slowly as I meet their true form my hope melts away with my broken heart.
I cried that day I saw you were just like every single one of the ones who tried to force me down.
Yet, I can't help feel I've won this fight, or this war. My brain focuses on life, and my heart focuses on death.
My heart aches to stop beating to the unforgiving beat, and my brain wishes to live to see the future, and my curious thoughts never want to stop.
The pain circles my wrists as I write over and over how I wish for it to end, yet wish for it to continue.
No one has yet to figure out how I truly think, sometimes I think of the joy in future, or the suffering of the past. The sadness in their hearts the day he didn't come home, or the fear he felt the day of his death.
He cried to his comrades slowly falling one by one in the heart of 'No Man's Land'. And in this game of life, I feel the same as each day a child loses their war against life. It's too hard, and unfair they cry to what they believe is God's open ear.
What they don't understand is He may truly be there, listening and crying to every plea each human or animal cries. And in His curse he can never return the favor in helping them.
I'll never really reach the end of the world, or touch every corner like the coming darkness of night. One day your sun, and warmth will come to an end. We will all truly reach our 'No Man's Land' and in the search we'll find.
There was nothing ever there, just the hope. And in the hope we'll see...You were just like everyone of those people.
Hoping that someday your prayer would be answered by God, and each day He is crying, for He will never truly answer your prayer until you've shook hands with death. |
Submission Name: Hope? 
