Hopeless

My hope forever tethered to the bottom of Pandora's box

That feeling much too foreign to me once again is lost

I cling to every moment... every minute as though my last

I search for signs of hope each day but go to bed without

After the hard work to retrieve it and the inner battles waged I now shed my tears in private to ashamed to share my pain

I envy all those people content with merely getting by

To live a life so hopeless has left me numb and dead inside

This vessel forever hollow until it's lowered to the grave

Has karma finally caught up to me or am I just no longer brave