No Change, Only Hope by Jessica Ni Leacai

Why must I embrace, so lovingly true,
these terrors that burn through my skin.
These bells I sound like alarms, 
echoes repeated in time, somehow lost.

Change must come, I recant dutyfully, 
but alas, in vain I wait for a train never arriving.
Stood at the platform all packed up,
ready for depature in exit, left stranded. 

How coarse contours in mirrors, they haunt me,
this unknown person rehashed over and again.
 A face faintly known to me as I was, 
doe eyes filled with pretty lies, now squinted.

How my company calls in quarrels, petty foes perturbed,
their presence acidulously mishaping me anew. 
Whilst other strangers perform minuets in minutes,
dancing in and out of my life, soon vanished.

How options carried no calling card, efforts one hoped,
prospered the diligent in due course for better times.
But no chance comes by my hopeful heart,
and a missed train speeds furiously by, boarding refused.

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About jessienileacai

Irish speaker and artist. I love music, art, languages,literature, history, travel, photography, and comedy. I love Ireland, my heritage, the old ways and the beauty and people of this small island and its surrounding tiny islands
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