Less hope

I swear,  belief is a horse,
Switching tails.
A nightmare
of hoodwinks for my spirits.
Chaff bags of promises
filled with faith,  full
of leaping first
& the looking,  after.
Let me dig deep
under blankets of earth.
Rather face dirt
than cling to the saddle
ponied by hope.

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