This Year.

This year’s irony
Oh twenty fifteen
Has played itself out
Like an old guitar string.

This year’s misery
Been weighing heavily
Been transforming all
And ruining everything.

This year’s changes
Make it quite hard for me
To look up the road
And see any good thing.

This year’s reality
A bullet through each knee
And nothing has successfully
Stopped the bleeding.

This year’s finality
I can’t help but to perceive
As if the tolling of a new year
Will bring an end to me.

Next year’s poetry
will have a different ring
Words to precious legacy
Or some other stupid thing.

5 thoughts on “This Year.

  1. Wishing you all the best for the end of this and the beginning of the next year. One constant will remain, I’m still in your corner, StuckALikeGlue, my dear Friend. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 👀 ♥ * ͜ * ♥ 👀 As long as I have an extinguisher, I’ll still be lighting candles for us both and our families, friends and loved ones. Never too much love or too many prayers.
    ᕙ(💓▿💓)ᕗ ᕙ(💓▿💓)ᕗ ᕙ(💓▿💓)ᕗ

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