Hope in despair: A poem 

There is a comet in my soul 

Within my walls, I feel it soar 

It bangs, it thuds, it whizzes past 

And 365 sleeps it outlasts 

I have a glowing star in my eye 

It lights up the bed in which I lie 

It spins and radiates on my pillow 

And my dreams, therefore, are never shallow 

I have a bird in my fist 

Its song is poetry in the mist 

Gold on its wings, pearls on its beak 

The riches are in the purity of the meek 

Lightning is the mind as were youth 

Thunder in my ears, I’m not deaf or mute 

Happiness is the ambidexterity of my thumbs 

Hope in despair is a flame on my tongue