Tuesday, December 24, 2019

[Hopeless] a poem




When you have given up on hope,
become the walking dead,
the break of the flesh fails to alert
that evolution where humanity avoids
pain-


-the day and the night loses polarity,
water, that most precious essential compound,
fails to bring relief,
nothing causes shock appeal,
the worst is expect,
and when it doesn’t presents,
the hopeless only sees not a happy
ending but an ending to come


There is a balance to this life,
one that demands if some are uplifted,
others will fall,
for all the laws that life must obey,
we see everyday that chance is

terrifying.


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Labial Laughs]

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