Till Death Sweetly, I Pray With Devil's Plays Poem by eve Taylor

When all you have left is wishes and hopes,

you can only cry for those,

when you're alone,

such a hard place to be,

caught between rocks,

I wish and hope,

but it's all I can do,

maybe one day,

they'll all find their way,

but my way,

path's are grey,

human being's,

being human as they may,

I can no longer sway,

so like many fools,

I use Devil's tools,

of wishing and hope,

I am simply,

short of any more rope,

I don't care,

for being anyway,

I find myself watching,

clouds like days pass away,

breath after breath,

a life until death,

where there'll be,

no more hate,

or resentment of kind,

I can't stand,

or understand,

why it's so hard,

for people to get along,

no more sides,

then I won't mind,

for only then,

I won't have to mind.