Death Of An Optimist Poem by Matthew Holloway

I gave hope my heart
On multiple occasions
I rolled the dice
And believed in fate
I trusted in others words
Time and again I did it
Time and again I hurt
Time and again I wept
Till there was no more
Belief or hope remaining
That only the dead could be trusted
For the living deceived
Lied, played wicked games
Leaving me alone weeping
Time changes all
And a time is due
The death of an optimist
And that which remains
Is a soul of blue