This is written for dVerse.


When did the key turn, opening the door, baring expectations, dreams, memories, unfulfilled, like a hope chest barren? The spoils of living, she possesses none. On sunshiny days, life glittering gold, laughter spilling, she wanders, an uneasy adult-child, how, how did it slip away?

Sascha Darlington


Categories: dVerse, poems

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6 replies »

  1. like a hope chest barren…..oh that is such a depressing line! Almost visceral….I can feel the expectations draining.
    I’ve always thought that old fashioned idea of a “hope chest” an interesting one. And if I recall correctly, only females had hope chests….the boys just went about their life, living and doing.


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