Flickering hope

To be lit and extinguished so many times
Is cruel, teasing.
This dog needs to be given the treat, or to have it disappear completely.
The candle is soft, its wick bending into the wax, will soon be dried and useless.
To be reached again it will have to be dug out,
When mere care would have kept it afloat.

But hope, however bleak and unlikely
Is the only chance we have.
This charred and cold existence
Cannot sustain itself for long, but will slip further
Into dark fragmented pieces
Of a jaded future.

Never say it is too late, maybe it will be too late soon,
But right now, we cannot have passed the marker.
If we have, we are already dead,
But life exists all around, so don’t extinguish what chance we have.

No theory will save anyone, action is all that has meaning.
I don’t care what education and background is behind this rationale,
If no spirit or passion resides here, it is dead and blank to me.
Cruel and unwavering, it will not help anyone.

Voices shouting in the night, echoing in the day
Know what it is to feel,
To feel is the only way to care
To care is the only way to change.