Hope Gone To Another

Surly we haven’t lost all reason and deity to her The one who bathes and feeds our souls Surly we haven’t knocked and Rambled the pillars four? The ones we waste and stir Alone by night the breathing is shallow to her. Surly the earth isn’t lost to the killing machines we erect The immaculate and wholesome nature of the pool pur-fect Our inner waste of souls demise Too perfect and proven in time and time, we only decide The choices to find a deity in minds that wastefully hide. Secrecy and lies rise in un born likewise of mind All that I find, is another one very unlike in all aspects Unknown and unacknowledged facts They create sounds alien to our soul and ears Out of fear, we reject life’s unsought refurnished finds To boast and crawl away to a selfishness of tomorrow Wonder around in the deepest sorrow, blankness that draws a memory Of hurt and un sought of pride so timidly Speak quiet for soon all hope will leave for another She the daughter of selfishness, and lies of devotion that draw sorrows