CB (1946 / Tennessee)

A New Hope

There’s a strange silence in me
almost a reverence for this tear inside;
one I can only hope
will somehow mend.

Happy voices of youth and laughter
stand mute;
Time speaks louder with broken promises,
shattered dreams, disillusionment.

Standing here in my numbness,
I pray for a fresh shot at life;
yesterday’s dreams are nothing more than dust
I need a new hope for tomorrow.

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