Hope
Hope veils the real and turns
The day in front of my eyes
Into a dream come true.
Open your eyes
Pull the veil from your eyes
Stare reality in its face.
No amount of hope and prayer
Will reveal anything more
Than what you have seen this morn.
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I want
I want to scream
From the edge
Where reason meets with need.
I want to scream
Against the night
Where reason struggles with need.
I want to fight
Head on a man’s chest
Where reason meets with hope.
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© 2009 Barbara E. Berger, All rights reserved.
