What happens when we all lose hope?
When we stop believing that it'll all work out?
What happens then?
What happened to the boy who believed in you?
But you let him down
Again
And
Again
Who is he now?
What happened to everything you said you stood for?
But when asked by someone besides me
You let those pillars fall,
Taking with them my respect for you.
What happens in the end?
When we all stop believing
That something will happen, then
What happens?
[This is a reposted edited version of a previous poem of mine.]
when all we have is spent–
what will we have left?
people once before us–
i walked down the street
the streets i once used to know
filled with regrets and heavy with burdens
of what once happened here
i walked down the street
a block or so down
I believe in god even though I may know he doesn’t exist
I know the mountains were not formed by him
Instead it is the science in the world
The reason we are here in this moment
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