Hope
By inkpen
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Toe curled under and head dipped low,
Like a prayer in progress but without the glow.
So tautly stretched across rows of dipped headlights
And stranded refugees,
I buckle under forgotten shopping lists
And global warmed frozen peas.
Take a deep breath and clench your jaw,
Impatient to assert your latest flaw,
Why the world does not roll off the universe
Landing in genetically modified questions
Weak coughs try and disperse.
Maybe just a forced volunteer
Im testing and trying products to unknot the pedemic smear.
But we never take the advice; never do it right,
And what's more we do it wrong with insight.
Folded up blindly so all you can see
Are flickering pictures of the way it should be
When yesterday was watched wide eyed,
And tomorrows views of the other side
Can only be greener than todays rough concrete
Now so hard it bullies bare knees.
Each desperate finger finds its way
Gathering together in a fistful embrace
As individual terrorists they squeeze out gritted teeth,
A frown, a sigh, a grasp shaken and stirred.
This weary instrument of torture and consolation retires
unfulfilled
No closed hand invites a salute,
And all life force presents itself distilled.
In release when that forgotten mortal coil could spring
And flourish in ones clutches
Where peaceful souls rest with eyebrows raised
And be only what the hand touches.
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