Hope Poem by Jay Dee

Hope



Alone I am again.
So what is new?
I've been here before.
Living the life of an outcast,
to be amused of one's self is a must

I'm hanging on I think I can.
Hoping one day you'll come.
Together we'll laugh in the sun,
walk hand in hand in the mist.
Do you really exist?

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