Lost Hope

I will find a way
to heal myself, alone.
Depending on another,
I will be cursed, gone.

Only I can heal
the pain inside my soul
before anyone tries to steal
the peace of being alone.

I try to trust,
to believe once more
but everyone fails
I stand alone, broken core.

All I’m left with is pain
as I meet my end alone
standing in the pouring rain
my soul is numb, hope is lost.

By, Ana F.
Date: March 31, 2005
Time: 9:03am

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I was going to title this poem, the 4 alone's but doesn't make sense. Because in each verse there is an alone. I don't know, just my weird brain, but it talks more about a hope that one was and is now beginning to lose itself. Story of my life.