Hope,
they call it that,
they call it that to confuse.
Light,
that's what hope brings,
that's what turns around many things.
Twist,
a little kink,
a little kink -it digs in.
Doubt,
that little kink,
that little kink confuses things.
Dark,
a hole alone,
a hole alone to wallow in.
Hope,
a deceitful tool,
a deceitful tool, traps you in.
~Copyright Ozlem Yikici 17.02.2013
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#Worldsapart #FridayFun Artist, Writer, Poet -above all a humanbeing trying to find a way in this world by keeping to morals values and ethics as a guide to do good. YA writer & author of a selection of short stories, flash fictions, poems & blog articles. I'm here to share my work & cascading thoughts, be it through blogs or comments on posts you share. I blog at http://www.yikici.co.uk/recent-news I'm contactable through: Twitter: ozlemyikici kik: doodllz my imagery can be sighted here: Instagram: yikici and on my blog http://www.yikici.co.uk wattpad: yikici
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