Hope Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

A timid man with a whole hole in his heart,
the birds powering inside of him,
and all that was a praying monster,
sit, sitting peacefully.
The hope that they had and still have,
of never giving up,
he knows he is the last man standing,
on desperation as a grip,
but what more can be said to him?
When he is timid, lonely?
Slowly creeping up on him, the crazy bubble bursting,
soon he is realizing,
the hope in desperation.