HOPE is drunk, thrown to the curb, <br />the blood that runs thrue his vains, <br />is the same as ours, only its poisoned <br />by hate, and lust. <br />HOPE is crying as his heart turns to <br />rust, the life that he once had, is gone, <br />now these streets are his home, and the <br />trash can, his bed. <br />HOPE is drunk again, but this time , drunk <br />on love...<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-is-drunk-2/
