Hope floats above those devote a smoke that slips through fingers when doubts linger to those who grope for hope one soaks in broken realities amassed

Hope floats
above
those
devote

a smoke
that slips
through
fingers
when doubts
linger
to those who
grope
for hope
one
soaks in
broken realities
amassed in
fists amiss
in empty
pyrolysis,
as wishes
wiff in stiff
doses of hopeless
reality
#smallpoems