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HOPE POET MYK
My heart was a wistful captive shelter for consoles
A galled prison for the cutthroat polls for my goals
Confined in the tragicomic declining thoughts
My empty chest worthy into fiery furnace foxholes
With setbacks dressed humanly in inhumane souls
Vainly too hard to hide their semblance faces
My ears hears to that angry loud of applause
But that one persistent voice sounded other than
It planted hope to keep going that I couldn't pause
© myk
A galled prison for the cutthroat polls for my goals
Confined in the tragicomic declining thoughts
My empty chest worthy into fiery furnace foxholes
With setbacks dressed humanly in inhumane souls
Vainly too hard to hide their semblance faces
My ears hears to that angry loud of applause
But that one persistent voice sounded other than
It planted hope to keep going that I couldn't pause
© myk
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