Poetry

This

is torture if I just knew 

how to get out of this.

Then things would look so good for me. 

But, here I am again playing the same old games as I did before. 

I know that this time should be better but I just can’t give you the answer you want to hear right now. 

I have a feeling that the future will be a little better than what the current present moments are like. 

But, I can’t go there yet and so the hope that is keeping me going is going strong right now as I hold on tight. 

In hope that this week will be different and better than the last ones, I can only hope and cross my fingers that things will work out not just for me but, for  everyone around me now. 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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