Hope Poem by Antos Koster

To hope, to wish to generate belief
To hurt to crawl, to beg for relief
Interrogate the probability of a consequence
Retrieve to the centre of this vengeance

I stare upon the truth you aspire to convey
Try to follow you, but have gone astray
I strive to be a part of this flawless assembly
But palpable set myself free

Faces are borrowed to mislead a substantial glory
Your pure heart misused to set the Beelzebub free
I needed you to predominate a future beyond all
I realised that this became a variegated empty hole

Solely love couldn’t be understood
A heartfelt crumble will not prelude
The power of your touch I felt
The weakness of your heartbeat I repelled

You were the future you are the past
But still you’ll be the ardor that lasts