Give Me Anything But Hope
Hope keeps man alive
If he has hope to live he has hope to thrive
Even if he’s dying inside
Hope will give him strength to rise
That’s why my hope for you must die.
It fills my head with thoughts of dread
And I know I should let go because
this hope that’s grown keeps me still instead.
So I’ll take my hope for you and me
And let it bleed until it’s dead.
Let it die and whither
Like a rose in winter
Lest it splinter
The heart I tried to give her
Though she rejected me still,
She neglected to kill the last ember
That was last September
Even if the future is vague
And things could change,
Keeping hope alive only keeps me dead
Yes, the present rejection hurts
But holding onto hope of a future yet unspoken with her hurts much worse.
And now I watch my hope for us ride away in a hearse
So I can write my life’s next verse.
Written last winter about a girl I barely talk to now. It’s better that way, for both of us.
© 2015 Drew Loewen