Hope

Hope springs eternal, they say

Hope has always been a fickle thing

A ghost

Disappearing into space

Words have meaning

There is power in the tongue

How did I not realise that?

How did I not see that my actions have consequences?

How did I not see that love and hate and obligation are not necessarily intertwined?

Blaming everyone else for your problems

You had your chance to make it right

But now it is too late

And holding on is just one more way to stay here with people who are so filled with rage, hate and betrayal

My head is somewhere in the lagoon

My body is somewhere else

My mind is trapped

Confused by what I see around me

No more excuses