Loser is a title that fits me best,

I lose everything that comes to me precious

The pores are clubbing in my skin, as it melts

From temperature of agony in the middle of my chest

The melted lava is pouring into my ears

And still I breathe, still I try once again

Still, I hold myself accountable for things I never did.

Still I hope, hope is a disease

Hope drags you into the deepest pit of abyss

It keeps you hanging, longing for something that isn't reality

Hope is a curse, hope is a spectacle

Hope blows on the pouring magma

That tries to be stable.

The blow that consists of CO²

while it reflects the flow

It burns more as it slows

It doesn't help the fire burning alive

But hope is an illusion, a delusional hive

Hope tricks you, makes you think you can try

But the reality is when hope dies, you die!

You never even existed without it.

Hope makes you codependent

Hope is selfish

Hope only provides vengeance

And yet the writers confer, hope is essential

The threads of humanity, mankind is hanging on it like an ariel

Now I will tell you what hope does

And you can only listen

Hope stays with you when nothing stays, or be within.

Hope is loyal sometimes, doesn't leave until pushed away

And yet somehow it creeps back in the heart searching for an array

Hope is a cheater, a betrayer it is

For it never really executes what it truly made you think exists

Hope is unfaithful, it leaves you in times

Oh, hope is harsh, it makes you rewind

And hope is what makes you crawl out of your body,

tear your hair then crush your bones to take you to a party.

But hope is beautiful, in some ways

When you have nothing to hold onto, it stays

Hope is a well wisher, almost a friend

Maybe secretly he wishes and maybe even prays

Hope disguises himself as pain

But probably truly what it wants

is for you to remain.

But hope doesn't know that remaining isn't everything

I mean dying young as happy is better than hurting for continuous existence

& quote; Hope, are you okay?

I feel you care too much, no offense

you create me a coping mechanism

and stand by my defense

Hope, is that you?

Are you here to take me?

yeah, without you what is life, even

Only the dried structure of the tree.

Oh hope, you're a mystery plant

Everytime I cry you water me and become my confidant

When I walk alone in the valley

I know you're the ally & quote;

Though when my soul is dried up

I don't look for hope, I look for hurt

But there it only eases the misery

If not hope, then who will rescue me?

When that rope hits my skin

you grope me with everything forbidden.

So who are we, really? without hope?

Hope is what brings an end,

and hope is the only thing that can make you begin,

again and again

and

Again.

HOPE || Quashimah Siddiqui Raiyan

Quashimah Siddiqui Raiyan is a talented writer with a passion for both anthropology and literature. Currently pursuing a BSS in Anthropology, he has a deep appreciation for poetry and enjoys crafting verses in his spare time. When not writing, he can often be found immersed in books, further fueling his love for knowledge and creativity.