Let it be known – I’m done with hope –
As hope is done with me.
It lead me on with bright gold dreams
that hid its falsity.
Let me believe – in truth and dues –
in fairness and in faith –
and then at first adversity
proved fleeting as a wraith.
And as a wraith – hope – chill’d my heart
and turned my dreams to ash.
It slammed the door and left – the dark –
where light is feared to pass.
But in this dark – is comfort cold –
at least the dark is true –
no fickle hope to tear my soul
or rend my heart in two.