Hope
Nobody here but me,
On this Desert Island Eve.
I just want to be found,
But I am weak with no sounds.
I can live without a shower.
I can live with smelling sour.
I can live with no phone,
Even though I am alone.
But I don’t know how I’d cope,
If I had to live without Hope.
When all else has failed,
Hope shall remain.
Seems like a brighter picture,
Even when I complain.
Through endless days,
And freezing nights,
Your mind must say,
“Everything will be alright.”
Without Hope,
I don’t know where I’d be.
Probably somewhere dead.
Where nobody can see.
I wish I could see a city once more,
But all I see is this sandy shore.
But don’t get it twisted.
I still believe.
That one day,
I will leave.
~Aspen Dillard