Stephen Martin II
Hope - Poem by Stephen Martin II
What is this emotion
that I have no right to feel?
With all the dead and dying
hope seems to be surreal.
As I look for God in heaven
death's reality in the streets.
I bow my head so sadly,
I stare down at my feet.
I pray for the dead and dying.
I pray to god they've gone or 'll go.
The God that I've long doubted,
now seems to give me hope.
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