I should dare to hope, right?
Because hope would make me feel elated,
So, I thought it would be a delight.
Instead, its making me feel agitated.
Hope has always been deemed 'good',
but sometimes its better
not to get your thoughts out of the hood
but clutch them and anchor
Why should I hope?
Should I follow them or care?
Cause its definitely not easy to cope
If nothing's there
But why does hope leave me in the dark,
I wonder why it is so melancholic.
The disappointment leaves such a mark.
But the thoughts are so emphatic
that you always hope, realise, mourn
feel the agony, the suffering, the pain
experience states most forlorn
but still replicate the cycle again and again.