Hopes forlorn

Friday, August 14, 2020 , 0 Comments

The sleepless nights I had then, 
I had something to dream about, 
Hope waiting at the end of the tunnel, 
The life I loved, waiting out there to live. 

I had known, the dreams won't last, 
Not forever, not for a score, 
Yet, I hoped my hope won't desert, 
Now that it did, I stopped to think. 

The sleepless nights I have now, 
I have nothing to dream about, 
Hope forlorn, no light in vicinity, 
My life I lead, hollow and ridden of life. 


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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