Faster and faster my hope
slides down its slippery slope
now barely visible through a microscope
I don't have anything to say
yet there are so many times of day
when I think back to the last day of May
I feel like I don't even know you
yet I see so much shining through
but I can't as, 'what is new'
my hurt just keeps aching
as I see you genuinely faking
my head is merely shaking
my frustration can't be released
no matter how far my hope has decreased
my life is slowly together being pieced
Andrew Jones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stuck-8/
