Poem: Hopeless Hope

Stuck in two modes of thought,

thoughts of what has happened, what you have done,

and thoughts of what will happen, what you will do,

one is devoid of hope,

ruminating in guilt and shame,

the other is consumed with a yearning, a longing for the possibilities that could occur,

Either way, it’s all the same,

hope is damning,

for it is like sand, even in a closed fist it trickles away.