A body blow,
A psyche slam,
I know I should have let it go,
But Hope’s a stubborn thing you know,
And so here I am,
A crippled wreck,
My emotions at your beck
And call, and all I ever get,
Is kicked again, and then again,
And then, just when I think it’s better,
Hope peeks out,
Till I get your letter,
Like a bitter cold and icy wind,
And Hope rescinds,
My house of cards blown well apart,
Knives twisted in my naïve heart,
Shattered,
Though my face won’t show,
Still I know,
This will repeat itself,
My Hope won’t stay up on the shelf,
It’ll peek again, try to be brave,
Till one day you dance upon my grave.