Clinging To The Last Bit Of Hope(Revised) (Song) Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Clinging To The Last Bit Of Hope(Revised) (Song)

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Writing the next chapter,
Always the next chapter.
How is it any better?
Clinging to the last bit of hope knowing it will have to due.
Know the very next day is another follow through.
Where is that day of rest?
Where is that day of success?
A life full of emptiness.
Completely monotonous.
Like a soldier
Worn and getting older
I keep putting one foot in front of the next.
I try to harbor no ill will or regret.
Sometimes it works for a time.
But I'm still getting tired of the next.

Writing the next chapter,
Always the next chapter.
How is it any better?
Clinging to the last bit of hope knowing it have to due.
Pulling all the strings and still knowing the end is still so far beyond my reach.
Even with all I got,
It is not so much.
It means very little to me.
Materialistic is so unrealistic.
Not my dream, no never my dream.
The more you take the more you got to pay.
But not for me, I want nothing.
I, I, I.. Want Nothing.

I'm just so tired of next.
Writing the next chapter,
Always the next chapter.
How is it any better?
Clinging to the last bit of hope knowing it will have to due.
I can't wait for the day when I lay in my grave.
Popping some pills, just so I can deal
Just some more anti depressants.
Just got to make it again and again.
Where are the people who are suppose to be my friends?
Where are they now, and where were they then?
Like a constant buzzing in my ear that just won't go away.
It's giving me another headache.
Just give me something to dull the pain.
I think soon I might just break.
Like an earthquake everything starts to tremble then shake.

I'm so tired of the next,
But still I'm writing the next chapter.
Always the next chapter.
How is it any better?
Clinging on the last bit of hope knowing it will have due.
Because nobody's coming to help me through.
I'm holding on as long as can.
The strength of a hurt little boy that is now becoming a man.
But he is just another weakling.
He will always be this weakling.
And here comes the next,
Oh on to the next,
The very next, and maybe just maybe this time it will be better.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

By nice poem. Sounds like you are content with what you have rather than what you don't have and find contentment in not over-focusing on the short-lived material things this world has to offer, nice poem!

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