What is hope?

I am alone –

but I won’t admit it.

Prone to despair,

my agony is real.

Feel my pain.

I fear the lonely  future:

lost, ashamed, or afraid.

I am aging and at a loss,

It does not bode well.

Who wants to die a failure?


So with flowery words I accuse you for succumbing to selfishness.

Let recovery be your strength.

Weather this test of love.


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