Written by
Hara Prasad Juvvala
on
on
The Burden Of Hope
I spent all my days
striving for a distant dream
driven by ambition, fuelled by hope
All I have left now
are memories of each futile attempt
and pieces of broken dreams that pierced my heart
I wish I was careless
living each day for what it was meant to be
I wish I was hopeless
not caring what the next day could possibly be
I wish I was free of the burden of hope
that weighed me down and finally broke me