Here's a short poem. I titled it "Hope and Despair," and it's sort of about feeling defeated and alone. Let me know what you think.
Hope, so evasive and fleeting
In a world so cruel and callous
With only pieces of broken heroes
Somewhere deep inside
Flames fighting to burn a little
Despair, so broodingly imminent
It comes all too easily
When there is no comfort to be found
For those aching bruises on our hearts
Except what can be found within ourselves
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