Hope is the thing with an edge
Sharp and swift
Driven through my flesh and bones
Stuck in the wedge.
Hope is the thing of betrayal
Of sweet temptation and longing.
Hope is the thing in my dreams
Soon to be shattered
Shards stuck in my spleen.
Hope is the promising river
Drowning the village in flood
Hope is the knife in the back
Dripping with my blood.
~siri







