If friends are real

they can apologize.

If friends are there

they can talk it out.

If friends care

they can 

forgive.
 

It makes no 

sense

No movement.

Roaring in my ears,

but 

no sound.

Oppressing,

but 

nothing to blame.

Suffocating,

but 

nothing is there to 

take away.

What is hope?

A thought?

A feeling?

More?

No one understands because

no one

can.
 

Hope is fluid

always moving.

Too slippery to grasp

for long.