Hope (my poem)

A shining light in the tunnel of darkness. That&#x27;s how I see hope, with a longingness. Sometimes good and sometimes bad, But somehow makes me glad. Is it hope that I&#x27;m looking for? Like a drop of water, in a large desert outdoor. Is it just something made up? A lie told even after I slipup. Hope is a dangerous thing. The results can feel like a swing. But is it enough to justify my life?…