Hello, this is one of my failed attempts a writing; please be harsh, I want to get better. However, try to have an open mind; the meaning of the title lies in what we know not what you'll read.
Hope
Utter blackened imperfection
stains the color of this soul so leery;
Void, but given of direction,
this soul for pride wanders weary;
And in the light of clear discernment,
distrust consumes this soul, expanding scorn;
For in and of its own contentment,
this soul is blind and deaf, self forced to mourn.