Only human

We make mistakes

We mess up and try to fix it

Only then do we realize

That it's too late. 

Too Late.

We are people.

People of a hope that binds us.

Hope for futures

for us. 

We are human and we have hope. 



The poem seems to break itself down by the structures in a weird way, I can't pinpoint it but I like it! Especially hope being, lost, gained, and held on to. It's hypnotically repetitive. Good Job!


Thanks I could tell you what I did if you would like to know!

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