Hope

Hope.
A four letter word that can bring a smile to anyone.
A four letter word that i have come to dispise.
A four letter word that is no better in my eyes than bad luck.

The little orphan boy who just wants a family to love becomes a drug dealer in the sewer.
The little girl who sells matches died cold in the arms of the night.
The little boy who was eaten little by little by his own cells multiplying inside of him dies on the hospital bed with a heart-shaped helium balloon still tied to his pinky.

All crushed by this horrible, cursed, four letter word.

The hope that is given by the shelter home officer saying,"someone will adopt you".
The hope that is given by the voices in her head telling her,"just sell one more box of matches, you'll be fine".
The hope that is given by the doctors who think that a child's heart is too fragile and doesnt have the right to at least know when to say goodbye to this cruel world.

Hope.

Its hard to explain its true nature.
Too complex to decipher the codes that it holds within.
How in a way it strengthen your heart to survive one more day in the agony and torture of circumstances
Just so that tomorrow night, it will cripple, be crushed and burnt when the reality kicks in.
So i just call it evil.
So i just call it evil.
So i just call it evil.
Not that i have no more words to say
Nor these lips are dried from telling the stories of hardships.
To any visible ears that may or may mot be willing to hear.
Just that its easier to explain.
Clearer. Easier.