The Only Hope That Matters Poem by Tafadzwa Chiwanza

1.
Hope is a three legged chair:
Risky to sit upon, to the eyes fair
Never truly here, neither truly there
Ever lukewarm to those who dare to care.
2.
Faith lost in a forest of doubts
Tittering as thirsting lips shout
Empty winds betwixt clamped trees
Where the sign of hope sprouts
3.
And the one eyed blind man titters
As his chilblained teeth clatters.
Hoping that the setting sun will rise again
Is perhaps the only hope that matters
4.
The hope that tomorrow will come
Is like the sweet smell of rum
Before you get drunk beyond sobriety;
Sweet at the first sip and vile at the last