Fallen Hopes { Prose }
But in the deeps remains the rest of my body
Like an iceberg I hope and sail away
Waiting to become liquified and flow away
Until it disappears right in my face
I ran the race until my legs are weaken
I waited until I was loosing weight
Today maybe it might occur then If not
Tomorrow is another day cause it never dies
Days roll by as my expectations weaken
How do I revive dried expectations
Do I need to hope to revive hope ?
I’m at a cross junction, what do I do friend ?
