In My Father's Den...

[sternenmeer]

Hope
Her mind is a graveyard, her heart is an island
She and I are not good friends but I have known her all my life
She sits in my belly, hollow and distant
But her whispered words of encouragement will never comfort me
I'm onto her tracks, her false promises
Go away I tell her, I'm busy today, I've got things to do
But this acquaintance never knows when to leave
It's not a question of why she befriended me in the first place
It's more a question of why I chose to let her stay