Hope fled long before,
On wings I could not share.
That which I adore
Left nothing but despair.

 
I cower in the dark,
And now that Hope is gone
Life sears bright and stark
With smiles plastered on.

 
Through this mask of joy
Eternal wishes fly
For Hope’s return, coy
I pray it’s not goodbye.

 
Content soon, I hear
"Anon, I come" Hope sings
Quelling creeping fear
Wrapped softly in Hope’s wings.

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