“Leave little room for hope”,
Said the hopeless dope
Wathcing another atop a tower with rope
For which they grope;
But this obsever, a mope,
Makes the climbing jumper cope
With the large nope
From them not seeing the scope;
But we are talking about a dope,
For which there is little room to hope.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Silence and apathy are an atrocity.
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We look at others with no vision and shake our heads in disbelief and I wonder how many others are doing the same to us. A great read Tristian that applies so well to present day politics, religion, ethics and values. A great read
Thank you, dearest Soren. Indeed, it does! I truly value your read and thoughts on this. Much appreciated! 🙏🖤🐦⬛
It kills from the inside🙏🏻🕊
Indeed, it does dear friend! Thank you so much for time and thoughts! Much appreciated! 🙏🐦⬛🖤
Most welcome friend 🙏🏻🕊
There are probably beings sitting on a planet somewhere out there looking down at us now, doing the same thing, enjoyed the read
Very possible, probable even! Indeed. Thank you, my friend. Glad you enjoyed! I hope you have a very great weekend, Tobani! 🙏🌹
You are very welcome and you too
I was holding a rope but I fell off a ccllliifffff. Do ya hear me falling off it? Good acting by me, innit? lol.
The very best, as a matter of...
>splat<
...damn. Forgot to hold my arms out because I was busy talking
🤷♂️
Next time, I'll catch you, Orchi, I promise!! LOL! 🤪
All dark humor aside, thank you so much, my friend! Much appreciated!
LOL.
And my close friend, liking to sound enlightened, ever and anon inserting "dopamine" in our conversations, forgive me, but your finale seemed to swear it said that instead, or? There is a time for silence, while apathy was born of oppression, was it not? Charmingly rendered in feigned lightness belying the more weighty reality expressed, with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy, thank you for sharing.
LOL! Love it. Doped up on dopamine, which too much of would definitely make one dopey...if not worse (e.g. mania or even schizophrenia). Thank you so much, my friend! Your thoughtful comments are always appreciated! 🌹👏
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