The Hopeless One

The light seems dirty, second hand

Yet scores his eye with a purple brand

With no more ears to fall upon

Unheard is the voice of the hopeless one

Certainty replaced by doubt

His words are vacant, hollowed out

And cynical his lexicon

With a tarnished soul, the hopeless one

Hemoglobin understaffed

The blood bank in its overdraft

Prescription fed automaton

A neutral mask for the hopeless one