Hope

Hope I find at the end of a bottle
Dreams I found in my mother’s arms
Hate I felt at my father’s hand
Manhood I entered through that girl’s eyes

I hate myself. I despise what I am.
Reason I have as my courage lies dying.
For years I’ve tried, and those years I’ve failed.
Perhaps I’m destined for nothing at all.

Darkness I know. Swimming in black.
Forever on end with no light at all.
Jesus don’t care for he’s dead now so long.
Only the living can know its despair.

Life is a curse. Devoid of reason.
Darkness a comfort, I often embrace.
I do not belong here, on this journey.
They should have left me alone in that place.

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