JARE HOPPINGTON B.V.G.S.

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AGE/18

Living Hope
Crystal castle generates cracks as words are marked in red and purple ink, where voices are
disabled.
Eyes speak what the heart pleads,
On the battlefield where great warriors are built,
They stand high as their soul walk alone inside where there is only cold wind.

A man with the gene from his mother, his father,

A man strong, tall, funny, and dynamic, inheriting the gene with a generation defect.
Dawn awakes, at present a beast resembling his might, he stumbles in.
She remembers the man she met, the cold memories that invade her mind.

Dawn ... The crimson moon awakes,

The time when the humble man leaves, and the beast takes deep breaths, blaming jealousy, and
alcohol for those words she now dictates.
Her love is not enough for him to grasp and find the light…
But he has no problem grasping the circumference of her neck ... Imprinted scars,
"Leave him," dry tears whisper.

16 days ...hoping for more ways to be saved.

Telephones with missing persons’ details
Another day with big smiles, another night with scars and wounds.
Another rainbow with the blood of missing women and children.
From the ground, you can hear their voices of despair.

Our women with children living in Their nightmare.

No appointment for the wounds to be healed, no stitches that can close the cut that now the
nerves can’t feel.
The brain tumor that no surgeon can see,
A doctor to treat and cure, the living parasite that walks,
It seems unreal but true,
The resounding question is, can I be saved?

Blood spills, a cut so deep and pure, voices yes, the calling to the neverland,
Or perhaps leading to the white room where red roses have no shadow.
How can I stop? Will pills do? Will a needle do? Will they let me through, untreated?
Keep writing the ink is almost finished.

Will the protagonist live the present as a gift, debating?

Don’t deny the sun’s warm hug.
Will there be light behind the shadows?
Will the light of day be enough energy to live?
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AGE/18

Night falls blessed as a husband, father, and friend, now a stranger,

The worst picture is illustrated in the shadow of the darkness.
In their home, they are raped and killed.
In the noise of the party, they are raped and killed.
Doesn't matter the sex, we are blinded to the fact that we are living with strangers.

Behind the mask, a sleeping beast blushes crimson with embarrassment saying I love you,
Then begging for your life, to be spared, to be alive but with no will to live.
For the man and woman who feels lost or the hurting child who has been wronged and abused,
For the one who has been bruised and in pain,

There is hope for the one searching for his way back from the unknown
For the one wishing to come home
There is hope, don't let your dreams and the glass of hope be shattered for this has a purpose.

This is hope! ... Is there hope?

"I am broken, fallen, and shattered... I have no righteousness"
Please don't fall, save the thumbprint of the creator for there is hope.
Take a rest pill ... Can you feel it?

Yes, the tears are real as there is hope not just to dream but for it to be seen ...
It takes a sip of bravery
Please allow yourself because they are hearts willing to give a warm hug,
soft words that can't be compared ...
There is hope.
Not common
But also, not rare

Jared Hoppington
Age/18
B.V.G.S.S
#-6006257 Whatsapp