Hope...
Is the monster..
That lives underneath
The bed.
Or awaits in the closet.
To be discovered.
It's so
Paralyzing..
Because
You're stuck.
Sitting and waiting...
In hope
That something
May change.
But people...Tend to get carried off.
Too far in the current.
To realize that
Waiting for something to happen.
Is like making your own coffin.
And barring yourself.
6ft below screams.
Of help and agony.
Laying against the silk
Made from spiders
That crawl on every
Inch of your skin
Biting. And sinking poison into veins.
To be reconstructed.
Throughout your body.
And made into
A war or feelings.
Feeling which soon to ricochete
Off of others and back
Onto you.
That hope that you once relied so
Much on.
Only brought you here.
It pushed you out into the world like
Society sends men to the battlefield.
Emotions are played like a game
Of tic tac toe.
One person can only win.
Or two people lose.
Now that hope.
That chains you down to your bed.
And keeps you hostage.
Forbids you from realizing.
There is no hope...
And no matter how many stars
Or how many coins
You can toss and hope
It lands in the conclusion
That you are worth something...
You my friend.
Are more than that.
You.
Can win this war.