Prose - Hope Does Not Burn
What you saw
Made you afraid
What you felt
Was emptiness
What you assumed
Was wrong
Hope did not fuel the fire
Hope does not burn
Hope survives
As enslaved dreams
Suppressed by madness
Are born
With a shock
To those
Who ignored
The horror
And only lived
In their small minds
And when the green
And the words
And the dream
And the meadow
Emerge
You see the image
Of your inability
To imagine
The possibilities
Because
You have been taught
To doubt
To fear
To not know
Because
You only listened
To fools
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