In a poem writing mood...

"The Death of Hope"
The unspoken words remain locked forever within the confines of my heart.
The secret tears at my insides, claws away at my heart, screams for release.
To no avail; it cannot escape, I will not allow it. It will wither away along with my soul,
Languish within me til the sands of time erode this fading dream back to nothing.
Then one day I'll say that these thoughts never existed,
That the glimmer in my eye was just an illusion, that I had never hoped at all.
A thought, expressed to no one, and barely alive within me, buried among countless sorrows;
A memory of a dream that at one time seemed so feasible, that I reached for
But was not even close enough to let slip through my fingers.
And maybe, some sleepless night as I gaze wistfully at the moon,
The thought will return to me, and I'll cry over the milk that was never spilt-
Cursing that false hope that you gave me. Hope is a liar. Hope is a heartbreaker.


...needs editing. it's just raw emotion right now

Some song lyrics come to mind that are sooo terribly fitting right now, but I won't mention them- so as to maintain some degree of abiguity in the thoughts I express.