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overwhelm me with metaphors
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Hope will surely fall

Hope is too high

She’ll surely fall

I told her stay down

Hope wouldn’t listen

higher and higher

they go

when will hope ever learn

wait she’s almost made it

her clumsy self stepping closer

She sees escape from demons below

retched and ominous depths screech at her ankles

her eyes wander down, look how far she’s come

Wow that’s rather high, hope

fear nibbles her achilles

doubt slithers up her body, squeezing

tighter and tighter.

The mind’s boa constrictor.

Hope stutters,

slips

arms flailing for a ledge

nothing to latch

until she finally cracks against rock

bones protrude from sockets,

ripped from skin

but hope still breathes

although ragged

exhales becoming sticky

“I told you so hope.”

she lets out a wet chuckle

I’ll always fix her up

snapping bones in place

casting fractures

sewing up wounds

I’ll always nurse her to health.

I plead for her not to clamber up the jagged wall

she won’t make it

she’ll be disappointed

One day she won’t get back up

ignoring my pleas

she rambles of a better place.

Hope never listens.