Fate and Chances

Fate is cruel.

Fate prevents me,

from having,

a chance with him.

He cares about me,

but fate,

and his nobleness,

make it impossible,

for chances.

It hurts,

every day,

every hour,

every minute,

knowing that there will be,

no chances.

Others tell me,

maybe one day,

there will be,

a chance.

Should I let myself hope?

For a chance,

that will most likely,

not happen?

Fate bashes this love,

that will never be.

Hope for the future,

is not safe,

to bet on.

He says,

in time,

I will move on.

But maybe,

I don't want to.

Just one,

little chance,

with him.

Is all I,

ask for.

IS THAT TOO MUCH,

TO ASK, FATE?!

Author's Note:

This poem goes to the poem "Confession".

-Norah Strike