A Place Without Hope

Receding future out of scope
Brim-full with harsh disappointment;
As excess empty sentiment
Drip-drops to the end of its rope
Hanging from a place without hope;
Cried-out lungs failing, gasping air,
Striving more than mortals may dare
To ‘scape the nightmare staid awake;
Silenced for insanity’s sake,
As shredded nerve-ends wear and tear.

Written following Ronovan’s Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – “Hope”

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