“Hope”

A poem by Michael Eaborn.

Hope isn’t enough for this low point in my life.

Money has been proven to vanish from sight.

Society has flipped and turned on its side.

Wrong becomes right.

It’s survival Flight or Fight.

Optimism becomes Pessimism.

The reality of unsound goals.

Like a Massive Ship

Poked with massive holes.

A moment of complete worthlessness

Light covered by fogginess to the heart

Seeking to tear happiness apart.

Darkness is what dwells in this place

A man is left alone

As he wallows in what he’s done.