Hope - Poem by Bailey Schatte
As the days turn to nights
And the nights turn to days
I wonder to myself
Will I ever get out?
Will I ever be rescued,
From this hell on earth?
I don't know all I have left is hope.
My family is gone,
My parents are gone,
My friends are gone,
And I am left with nothing but hope.
One day I will get out
And it won't be because I am dead,
It will be because hope carried me through
It carried me through the pain,
Through the agony
And through the depression
And at last
I made it
With nothing but hope.
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