Sunk

Without hope there is no life, even if breathing
and beating carry on
without hope there can only be want
wanting to see you at the door, with a smile, perhaps a tear
and I love you on your lips
a can I stay, a kiss
but it’s all want without hope
desire without optimism
need without fulfilment
without hope there is no substance
just endless repeated days and broken nights
of haunted dreams and callous self-destruction
without hope there is no joy, no happiness
not the slightest sense of content
just the implacable slide to ruin

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