Hoping For Hope Poem by Joseph PARASCANDALO

I pump my psyche with loads of hope
It gets an immediate high as were it dope
But then when the rush finally subsides
Reality sets in and I ask: why even try?

What I aspire to do seems a futile bent
Putting words to paper, inspiration meant
But alas, it’s evidently clear to be a lost cause
For the lack of response, reaction that it draws

This is not meant as a cry or plea
Or to sound as ‘oh wow is me’
It just a moment’s expression of a fact to this life
That just hoping for hope - does not make things right.