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I hate beginning a poem

And having to put it aside

For some other, less busy time.



An hour ago, I was filled

With hope, much like

The words I noted detailed.



But now, all hope is gone

As if I left it lying next to

My workplace computer.



I don’t want to do this.

Scratch that, I can’t do this.

I can’t go on lying to myself.



I keep hoping only to end up

Being disappointed. What’s the

Solution: should I hope less?



If I hoped less, would my hopes

Finally be granted

Or just as quickly denied?