hopeful

despite what's roaring all around,
the chaos loud and piercing,
my mind has been lost and found,
oh those signs i keep missing.

a little hope i keep alive,
in case things quieten a bit,
in case i can listen and thrive,
i am but hopeful indeed.

but m scared to death,
of the silence that will follow,
will i be able to listen to it?
to my beating heart-what for will it beat?
and this hopeful me dies a bit,
will i ever be that hopeful again?