• The Three H’s
    By Emy

    Hope.
    It’s what links us all together.
    Hatred.
    It’s what tears us all apart.

    Now then, let me ask you,
    How can we live as one
    Yet be split like an unknown,
    Foreign fork in the road?

    One that leads nowhere,
    One that we cannot see,
    And one that we do not know
    Where it is heading toward.

    We’re still compatible,
    Yes, but no more than
    Sand slipping from
    The tips of one’s fingers.

    And yet, you simple,
    Minded Child, you
    Had once achieved the goal
    Of winning your childish game.

    But now, you simple,
    Minded Fool, just look at
    Yourself, you who has foolishly
    Lost it, lacking the reason for hating me so.

    Loosing at your own game.
    It makes my lungs suffocate,
    My ears ring with laughter,
    My mind seethe with pain.

    So then, let us ask ourselves for the last time,
    Why is it that all that Hope sagging deep down
    Into my breast like it will never come back?
    Why have you purged yourself with Hatred?

    … And why does my Heart still hurt?