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

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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