Hope

Written quite some time ago, this is a negative poem and it's not afraid to be so.

Hope so frail,
The wind blows away,
The petals from a dying rose,
To make it's death more gray.

Hope so thin,
The waves of the sea erase,
The last hints of a sandcastle,
That no-one noticed in the daze.

Hope so weak,
Faith in you is a mistake,
I notice when I lie to sleep,
I remember when I wake.

Hope so insane,
So in Love I still believe,
And now mountains I could build,
With the pain that I receive.