This is from Annabeth to Luke. It will be the last poem, so enjoy!
Why?
Why won't hope leave me?
It's all become bottled up
In a safe place in my heart
Without my permission.
Why am I waiting for the day
When just maybe
That bottle becomes too full
And my calm will return?
Why do I care so much
When someone ridicules him?
Why am I so grateful
When he consults me of these happenings?
Why can't he see
That every smile, every glance
Crushes me further?
Will this last forever?
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