April 21: Poem 21

With apologies to Emily...

Hope is the thing with talons
    that perches near my heart
waiting for me to have a chance
    for something good to start.

And frequently I try to shed
    that monster from my side
but ever has it come again
    my peace of mind to hide

Often have I asked for it to go
    to leave me safe at last
But for the pain it brings again
    There seems no true repast.

Notes

I am so sorry, Emily. I truly am.