A poem I made a while ago

[Sheradragon]

This is a poem I made a couple years back about a friend I used to have. Its based off the poem "Hope is the thing with feathers" by Emily Dickinson. Its pretty bad and just oof but i thought i'd share it anyways.

Hope was the person with skin
That like a parasite crept into my soul
She sung a song of sadness
And didn't stop at all

And slyness- in her lyrics- were heard
And bleeding must be her heart
That leaked depression like the flu
That infected so many close

I've heard her in the back of my head
and in my dreams she has crept
Now Hope is draining my will to live
But do Heaven and Hope even exist?

[Raneth]

As this is original work, I've moved it to the Parlor for you.