It'll be here soon...


Hope's Flight Was Delayed

The plane is now two hours late
Outside there's such a hard rain
So long have I been at the gate!
Maybe I'll go and complain

Restlessly pacing the hallway
I wonder if everything's right
I sweat like I've been running all day!
But really it's coldest of night

The moniter over me's blaring
Trying to tell my I'm screwed
I can't comprehend this is happening!
All of this place is so rude

I call Hope's wife, Dreams, and I warn her
Her spouse is in some kind of sham
I go and curse loud in the corner!
How completely crazy I am

I'm Hopeless, my God, how ironic
While looking afar at the runway
And not having Hope is iconic!
What a sad thing to think on a Monday







Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-11-12 at 04:11

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