Hope

All that has been taken
from me is hope
Hope that the future
can be better than the past
Hope that this aching present
is worth of anything
there's no light
no love, no warmth
only very hard work
to cross each day and each night
almost sinking in despair
needing to cry
but somehow lacking the tears
I feel so empty
so numb so lonely
so weak and sorrow
because I feel hopeless.

by dani weber 2007