The End of Hope

Dead
Are happy memories 
And hope is all
But gone

Maggots feed
Upon my sorrow
And the knowledge
I’m alone

Flies swarm
Around the carcass 
That my empty heart’s 
Become

They lay their eggs
Their larvae grow
They make my soul
Their home

And in
The dead of night
The spiders hunting flies
Do come

Leaving itching
So much itching 
And the webs of lies
They’ve spun

Then when day breaks
And they depart 
I know depression
Once more
Has won