Reverse Order Poem by Stella Adaeze Ogwatta

We started this journey,
Souls entwined.
Ripped or all its agony,
and conceived in hope regardless.
Those promises of yours,
and hope came easier.
Oh, there was no cause
For obligations to be followed not.

Like a fire's embers
That itches to get blown,
Hope gets tried
Leaving our souls haunted alone
And our eyes,
Expressionless hues.
Scared puppies are what we've become.

If only the bits of hope leftover
From your tongue-tipped
Promises can be got,
We could turn expectant
Starved dogs instead;
Even when hope
Is in its reverse order.