31 January 2013
Hope and fear They push each other away They can't make peace Behind my ribs.
Fear feels dull Like memories of experience And bleeding betrayal Statistically, I will lose When I trust.
Hope climbs up To see through my eyes Telling me to listen To the cheerful stories of The lucky ones.
Trust feels slippery Underfoot, like soap on glass.
Can't tell the difference Between platinum and brass.
Starting off with sun and stars; Still might end with ash and scars.
Hope And Fear • Opuss № I