A Quiet Desperation
It’s with a quiet desperation I find
Myself wanting to leave this year behind.
The folks I’ve lost, the tragedy it’s brought,
Solace and peace are what I’ve sought.
May the New Year bloom with positivity and light
And may angels grace my dreams at night.
Saying prayers the future is much less fraught
With nightmares, stress, and all that lot.
Hope is eternal and dreams do come true,
My wish is for brighter tomorrows, not just for me but for all of you too!!