#21 Hopeless

#21 Hopeless

A Poem by Fake
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This is all so hopeless.

No hope here to be found.

It’s just so f*****g meaningless.

I’m digging a hole in the ground.

Burying myself six feet under.

All for what?

To steal a little thunder.

Just leave this to the pros.

You are so naive.

Nobody else knows,

What kind of crap is up your sleeve.

© 2017 Fake


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The dejection, the anger, are obvious in each line. Sort of like a painting of a grey dreary day with little hope of sun.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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