Thinking of all the possibilities
thinking one way; a dream;
a delusion; a vigorous dispute
the well runneth dry
& all
I have left is desperation
all the following
ideals are gunned down
by the insolence
of the insanity of new knights
in the absurdist’s folly of war
watching the fire be smothered
a bare light
of hope is suddenly extinguished
only hope remains
but it is barely flickering any life
in the endless deluge
of incoming and outgoing dreams
no more a faith
alive by a mere string
to which we rabidly cling
for all we’re worth
which I am led to believe
isn’t really all that much