Am I wrong
To put my faith
in the goodness of others
a faith that is breaking
cracks forming in the foundation
Left with only a twig
holding it up
Am I wrong?
in hoping
that the idea of hope
even still lives
In the slightest amount
like the Spark
inside of our very cells
Al I wrong?
turn on the tv
And there’s another explosion
An implosion of lives
That still had so much living
Left
Am I wrong?
Or just alone….