Sonnet-style, recently-written and self-explanatory ... all those hyphens!
HOPE
When all the bulwarks of our life have gone,
our property, our sanity, our health,
it seems the vestiges of hope cling on
with hope-against-the-odds our only wealth.
Though candlelight seems such a paltry thing,
the darker grows the room, the more its light
expands. It is that light to which we cling
while we endure a black, unending night.
Remove hope and the rest comes crashing down
in smithereens king’s horses could not mend.
It means so much, that short, four-letter noun:
without it, into limbo we descend.
Cling on, like moss, to hope when all else fails.
Who knows, a stroke of luck might tip the scales.
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