Hope

Hope is hard to write about

Despair has so much more clout

Happiness isn’t something I can tout

But frustration I can really spout

Peace always seems to be in doubt

When I sit in terror night in and night out

Worthlessness pains me like a bad case of gout

On my pity pot all I want to do is pout

Understanding begins to sprout

Before bewilderment is the bear and I am a trout