Just a poem

Okay, this a poem i wrote. It is basically a metaphor about Anne Franks journey. Most people cant figure it out. See if you can:)

One hope left

We’ve got nothing but time and still we are running out.
You can sprint in circles or whisper a shout
I am a postman but I never get mail
we got lost in the dark whilst following a trail

I am blind but still I can see

It makes sense to you just not to me
It was only a second, that’s all it took
A chapter too short to reach the end of the book

Step off the pavement and into the road
All that time for a virus to load
Some letters on a page or numbers on a screen
Its easy to hurt someone with things you don’t mean

Stand in the sky, through your head in the air
the invisible man can still be scared
Fade into the distance, blend into the night
try to disappear to escape the fight

One simple mistake in a moment that wont matter
a book put of place or papers that scatter
Storm into the house and break the quiet
Destroy a family, for the sake of a riot.

Join the crowds, lose your wealth
Not only that but you lose yourself
Forget who you are and where you belong
Cant find the words to a sentence or tune to a song

We thought we would last, we thought it would mend
But horror like that rarely has an end
Its all too late, there was no white dove
Our only hope left, is to hold onto love.