HOPE OF THE HEART
Sometimes people
Feel like useless space
Between the lines
Where the heart cries
When the soul
Knocks on the devils door
Where depression awaits
But all they want
Is to be a human being
Saint or beast
To feel like children again
Chasing fireflies,
Having no sense of end
Where joy of humanility feels their eyes
A place where there is no greed
Just a feeling of need,
Mad dashes of joy
Rise from the ashes,
Brings back beautiful blinking lashes
That fills the temple of hope with masses.
by EARL HALL
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