Euthanized time is sugarsweet remorse;
mere boredom made delightfully worse.
Elated amnesia from start to end of line;
the race out of place so unbearably fine.
This perfect storm of cope and let cope;
all hope high–strung by a noose of rope.
Dear acquaintance, what may go wrong,
with a tried and tested recipe so strong?
ReSee 
Love the articulation and the language used in this poem. Your blog is lovely too. Hope to see more from you. Have hope, write on! 😊😊😊
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Thank you! I find that hope is best understood as a responsibility to influence change, rather than a passive wish. A perspective shift, even from a poem, may be a powerful catalyst.
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