Even I Lose Hope

Oh, the irony.

They admire me
for my strength, they say;
For being cool and
for being clever.

But look at me now.

Can you comprehend?
Nope, you cannot and
you don’t look past my
laughs. Think I’m alright?

Couldn’t be more wrong.

You haven’t seen this
journey I’ve taken
through lakes, violins;
darkness at its best.

Even hunters die.

You’ve left me to it.
Think I’m strong enough
to not feel the hurt
you experience...

Oh, the irony.

I am the horse’s
spirit in the wolf;
help this wandering
soul. Please, I need you.

Even the strong fall.

And I have fallen,
so won’t you help me?
It is your turn now;
help me up again.

Oh, the irony.

Even hunters die.
Even the strong fall.
Even lions cry.
Even I lose hope.