Addicted to hope

It grows from

a single line

and often leads

to fondest hopes

being lost

in broken dreams

and smoke.

In the push

to fill the gaps

we feed our

habit with

laughter, sighs

and teardrops

from our babies' eyes.

Like all junkies

and all highs

we use

the contrast,

and the pain

to illustrate our

tawdry lives.

And even

when we grope

in vain,

the plot is lost,

the hero's toast,

we keep on writing,

addicted to hope.