I find you quite unusual and powerful
nobody but you ever killed hope in me.
No one has been strong enough
to kill it and bury it so completely.
None but you were so amazing
as to pull every bit of hope I had.
Drag it thru the rocks bruised
yet didn't seem to think it bad.
Without hope there's nothing
no future to even step towards.
Aint no hope remaining when pain
comes rushing in hoards.
You failed us both in absolute terms
with your pitiful application of caring.
Nothing inside you even dribbled out
no matter how bad we were faring.
To top it off when there was a chance
you couldn't step up to the plate.
Told me that lousy tale
bout how you got there too late.
No way, baby, can you believe
that any of it makes the least of sense.
Out of the blue comes your son
at what should have been our expense.
Baby, you killed all hope
what was left for us to try.
You must admit it is gone
you let it completely die.
I don't even believe that emptiness
in your stomach allows you to take a step.
I see the sadness in your eyes killing you
but like sinners say, "Jesus wept".
Empty from the pit of your soul
is the only reason you would allow.
All the horrible events you fester
which drug across me like a plow.
You stomped hope and let it die.
The last vestage of our respect.
No excuse beyond pitifulness
which came only from your neglect.
I am ashamed of what we've done
my devotion to you thru my grope.
Your absolute ignoring of us
in the way you killed our hope.
I kept hanging on hoping
for once you'd give good news.
But I've come to believe
you are stranded firmly in the blues.
Tho you had a chance to rectify it
you let it slip right on away.
Like as if it were nothing at all
you have nothing more to say.
Hope is dead, baby
you've ruined a real good thing.
Not even the largest of drums
can revive those bells to ring.
Hope is dead, dear lady
I know love will follow it soon.
No doubt it will linger a while
and flare when I see the moon.
Might as well dig the grave
get the hole ready for the service.
Hope died a tragic death
leaving me hurt and nervous.
No, I never wanted it buried
you seem not to help it stop.
Day after day you punctured it
as if there always was a new crop.
How many chances did you have
to step forward and show your worth.
Yet, you failed each time like a toddler
barely past the day of birth.
You sucked all of my feelings
emotions torn thru every crack.
You allowed me to dangle on
knowing love would draw me back.
Not this time dear one
count yesterday as goodbye.
You killed love in its entirety
and made sure hope would die.
DelCano 2007 May
