A Willing Hope by Christopher ShinThe same familiar
calls drags me to
the words that seem
so common like
thoughts they flow.
I drink another drink,
and my mind explodes.
As friends slowly fade,
and my soul becomes
to weigh down.
I stagger and cry
as my hope dies inside.
I only know that
I have no purpose.
And the bleak destination
falls short of any ambition.
I slam my fist in frustration,
and die more.
Only to find rebirth
in my misery.
I constantly write
my last will.
And find nothing in it. 10/04/2009 Posted on 10/04/2009 Copyright © 2025 Christopher Shin
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