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A Fissure (Hope)
Betrayed, desolate that time seemed.
And being lost was my sanctuary.
I could not, would not strive for better.
Because nobody, it felt, gave me a chance.
My mind would hide and self-loath.
My feet would travel to where nobody was.
It was overwhelming, the feelings inside.
Darkness wrapped my eyes to blind.
Fear and confusion pulled me from flight.
The disease pulled me down, a fissure for no reason,
No rhyme, and no time...it didn't matter.
For nobody wanted me and nobody cared.
My fist from the water will leave no hole.
My voice from sound doesn't silence the room.
But hope reached out and held me tight.
And my hope kept me alive when there was no light.