Hope

Horde the hope

In a horoscope

Stars don’t glimmer

They gloat

A reservoir shimmers

So you’re soaked

No

Dry in a boat

Deny that you float

Lies begin to bloat

Hide within your coat

No

A straight jacket

Your brain

The pain has it

The stain

Sustained habits

You’ve had this

The madness

Sick

Sordid

Sadness

Wits waver

The hapless

The hopeful

A tad bit

Unsocial

Yes

No soul

No sail

No boat

To bail

The water was real

You founded for hope

Never a reservoir

You drowned in your moat