*Elpis*

I ask my hope

'Why are you blind?

Who did it to you,

who?'

She merely stares back blankly

points a finger 

and says 

'you'

'It was not me', I shake my head,

'You are wrong, that cannot be,

why would I sabotage myself?

What gain is there for me?'

'Desire is a wicked thing,

you always want that star

that you can't grasp when you reach out,

and love it from afar.

It's your desire that I blame,

she keeps you up in fright,

and yet without her you will die,

for in his stead,

she keeps you warm at night'

She said, and I said nothing more.

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

I ike this alot, inner conflict, you dont see that around lately. hmmmm ill practice that

[A hare off]

An incredible piece of writing. There is so much depth and feeling to this. My only complaint would be that it is too short. I wanted more of this wonderful poem. I am impressed.

[Carolynn]

I absolutely love the way you wrote this - having a conversation with your hopeful self! What a fantastic idea and I loved the flow to it - really well done - I just hope He comes back or another He eventually keeps you warm at night - well done :)