Wild Hopes Poem by Laura arwen

It dwells in
the soul
It never stop
to exist
Sometimes I pray
to have more
hope
We must enjoy
them
Sometimes we need
to listen to
them
They drive me
to bad thoughts
I'm not scared
of them
Hopes are eternal
but sometimes they
die
They are the
voice of unconsciousness
It's extremely important
to have hope
to go on
in this bad
world
For someone hopes
are a salvation
We are lost
without hopes
Sometimes it's a
big sorrow to
hope
I'm grateful to
them
They are an
inviolable pearl of
humankind
I think they
are precious but
not fundamental for
our life
They give a
strange comfort to
desperate people
Sometimes I feel
anxious with hopes
because it seems
they pretend too
much from me
They have a
strong voice in
our minds and
in our souls