#smallpoems Hope floats above those devote a smoke that slips through fingers when doubts linger those who grope soak in broken realities amassed in f

#smallpoems
Hope floats
above
those
devote

a smoke
that slips
through
fingers
when doubts
linger

those
who
grope
soak in
broken realities
amassed in
fists amiss
in empty
pyrolysis,
as wishes
wiff in stiff
flames of
frozen despair
choking our
air