hello to cynicism

hello to the temptation 

to let myself 

be 

cynical. 

Burnt out on 

hope 

your embrace 

beckons. 

sinister, 

You prey upon the

weary soul’s desire for 

easy. 

It’s easier, after all 

to assume the worst. 

but is the pain avoided 

worth its price?

undemanding 

you pretend to be

yet in return

my soul, you demand.  

hello to the requirement 

of a wonder-full life 

to be hopeful 

despite the convincing dark. 

hope

the thing I can, at times, 

barely live with 

or without. 

I’m as good as dead 

if I give in to cynicism. 

hello to the light

I know you’re somewhere.