New year same me
Depressed and stressed
And thinking about the best things I'll never get back
Wading through troubled waters
With my heart on my sleeve
And hoping hard enough
I believe I can fix all that's broken
All that's shattered
All that I loved and everything that mattered
Just to be presented with a handful of sand
Drifting on the wind
Floating from my hand
Unattainable and lost
Decrepit and decayed
Hoping for a time of all those better days
When I could smile and mean it
And not feel guilty about it
So with the new year brings new days
Though they feel as hopeless as the year before
I will wander the plains of my mind
Searching
Ever searching
For something that won't fall
Like sand between my fingers
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Poetry Book 5
PoetryThis is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my co...
