Wint's Writing - Hope

Hope - by Wint

Is there any reason for me to live? I complain on the

longevous bench while I clutch myself away from the

glacial snow and my regrets. The lights behind me

rapidly turn off and on leaving me with undivulged

thoughts. The tulip reminded me of my brother.

He had a bright spirit and was always by my side.

He was suppose to be by my side forever. 

But everything didn't matter after he passed.

I sit here every day

thinking of our memories together… I had hope!