Heaven Is Hope

• Dylan Blight
• Short Story
• 2008

Heaven Is Hope; Hope Is What I Have…
Upon filling this here date set by… himself I know I have but one choice. This place has too go and I know it, this place which has been so… good too me.
She is so bright when she smiles and I can see her in the dark room, even though in the dark I can see the devils smile, creep and creep.
From dusk til dawn I sit and wait in pains memory, hands clasped and sweat peers with its on magical scent.
Nothing too do but write, write away into the moons fall, falls down and his yellow friends magnets his way and then I shall run, run away.
Never has hell, held a hole so wide for people too fall in then here, here today.
For the solider man I was, this giant black cat swipes away, hope, dreams, money and now my lie. One person I cared for and now she is safe, flicker, flicker the pages of life and you’ll see this place grow in ash. If I hadn’t had made that wrong move, that wrong turn, then this page would not have been written, but it had and I sit a pray, pray away. Not for my life as I know that is gone, not for her yet, but for this place, if she is found in the slums she shall run, run from the guns and this gap of spit ‘n’ wood will be her only haven. But I write now in hope she’ll know that when it comes the gates shall open into the white light and I shall be waiting patiently, patience and hopes hand on my side, goodbye my dear, in joy and sorrow it was all we had.