Only disasters so far,
I don’t know what comes after.
I never saw much light at the end of the mistrust.
But there is hope
Because I do not give up
and won’t be defeated forever.
The needle prick of pain is just skin deep
It may hurt
Or just may bring me back to life.
So, bring on all your kits of murder and mystery..
I will still see something to smile about
and live on.