Hey Ho Poem by James Morrison Steward

Hey ho...
It's all my fault, as you know
I should have spoken, opened my eyelids
Confessed to my lover; my emotions
Instead.
Dreaming of guns and explosions
Drinking up attention like poisons
Instead.
Sifting through the all the versions
Of spilt personalities of unhappy persons
Instead.
Lurking in dark corners, seeking truth
And failing, to look at myself
Only to hate the reflection
Now.
Hope left the building, she'll always say no
Hey ho...