Moving on

It’s true – patience fueled by hope

can last for eternity;

outright torturing the poor creature,

unfortunate enough to believe

a fickle mistress.

Time drags. Dreams mope,

Unable to escape the futility,

and staring at morbid features

Of the one who’s unwilling to receive,

giving five-star distress.

Hope kills; stretching the nerves

recourses.

Snap!

The desire thins.

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