Created on 6/02/01
By: Bernie De Santis III
My heavy hopeless heart heaves hesitantly.
Whatever hope once thrived there is gone.
On this, of all nights, I should be happy
- I’m not, I was, but I’m not.
The wonder of the bird and the beams,
The depression of the dastardly dinner.
I want that. It’s not fair. He took it all.
I’ve wanted it forever, he hasn’t.
Dependable…. Reliable…. Unexclusive…..
Synonymous for under-appreciated.
If they knew, would they even care.
All the hope is gone;
Despair, despair, despair.
