Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #280
I Cling To Hope by Belinda Roddie I cling to hope - an intangible thing, fragile, invisible, and fraying, too, like a sweater slowly unraveling and leaving threads behind in reds and blues. I cling to hope 'cause there's no Superman to save the day. Captain America isn't here, either, and Wonder Woman thinks her lasso of truth's a replica of what it used to be, because it just doesn't work anymore. The game is played with lies now, and corruption, red like rust across the sky. Bigotry's now been paved into each street. No love? We are bereft. I cling to hope 'cause it's all I have left.