Hope is a bad thing;
once you have it; it never leaves;
no cure yet to the habit called Hope.
Try razing it down with cruel truth
or wash it away with disappointing tears.
But somewhere down there, it still exists
and crops up its nasty head every dawn
despite the tear soaked pillows
and fresh wounds
of previous injustice.
The day you kill Hope
you are one with the eternity.
A, on Feb 12
