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The hope

In the dark nights of despair
Hope comes to deceive me once more
I ain’t a soul to deceive
I know the rains come without invites
I know there is no such word as success
It is life as it is
It is just as it is
It is my pen and the relentless pain
It is my soul and the bloody world
It is just me against hope
There is no such thing as happiness
It is myth woven by fools
It is just suffering or numbness
It is just a journey you have to take
It is just darkness filled with some lies
The great lie of satisfaction told to morons
There is nothing as fulfilment
There is only pain that keeps you going
To keep you alive
To keep you breathing
If you wanna live, embrace it
And realise what life is
Sweet mix of pain and no pain
In the dark nights of despair
Hope comes to deceive me again
It doesn’t no I’m an unbeliever

By aamerbasher

Aamir Bashir is a Romance fiction writer. He has been writing for a while. Her Choice to Love is his first book.

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