Vicariously - 2016/04/25

Today all has changed,
Yet still exactly the same.
Hope has entrapped me.

Tomorrow comes soon,
Next round of the pointless game.
Fear dismantles glee.

Yesterday is gone.
But not memory of flame.
Drowning in cold sea.

Hark! Where is hope now?
It is dead and I shall blame.
Servant of woe, me.

Next step considered,
So I now claim a new name.

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