Propelled by a word
Soft and fragile
Quickly fading
And rarely heard
A word with so much power
As much power as you give it
Vigour in it's purest form
For even the harshest hour
Hard to obtain
Always mutating
And once grasped on to
It's not easy to maintain
It's a word simple and plain
Made up of four letters
A life-saving concept
To get you through the rain
This word is hope
Without gloss or shine
This word is yours
This word is mine
This word hope
Leaves us without cause to grope
This word is yours
This word is mine
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Static
PoetryCover designed by @AnniesBooks These are my poems. They will eventually become a book of their own. Comments would be very much appreciated.
