Hopefully just a shy friend-
She sits outside my prison.
With the cold eyes of the selfish
Observing the good and bad of my fate.
She was so cold from cowardice.
One depressing day, I looked through the bars
To see the face of my hope.
only to see her immediately turn her back!
Like a false watchman pretending to watch.
Hostile on the one hand and hinting at peace on the other.
When I wept she sang the words.
When I listened, she was silent.
She has a heart of stone and a false one.
When my last joys are scattered
Seeing this tragic relic scattered about
Even "sorrow" is regretted.
And hope, she could have whispered
To anoint the painful and frantic, -
But spreads her wings and flies away to heaven
And never returned, never to be seen again.
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