I'm learning to face it: the sadness in the eye of a fourteen year old boy who has lost hope. I'm learning to admit that it is real, and acknowledge my own inability to make much of a dent in that sadness. But I feel this terrible responsibility.
Is it possible that I could be used nonetheless?
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Hopeless they cried,
ReplyDeleteTheir hearts denied,
Because inside
They were no longer human
but pale dead things
shadows of a ghost long gone
from haunts of hamlet
crooks of houses
To be or not to be?
ReplyDeleteThe only problem is,
he can't NOT be...
and he doesn't realise
the tragedy
but perhaps I'm nearly
ready to see
the Hope that comes
to those
who chose
and in Him
were willing to be...