Lost Hope and Little Faith
I have tried in a desperate manner
to be all you want me to.
capable of love.
capable of fun.
but I am not.
you may dream of fun times on beaches
and bright sunny places,
adventures to cities,
or countries, or ruins.
but as for me,
I do not sleep.
nor dream.
I simply sit,
quiet as a mouse I chant.
"dark lungs and deep thoughts.
locked doors and lake bottoms.
empty halls and hollow graves.
lost hope and little faith."
This poem is about:
My family