The clock says 11:59
and anticipation kicks in
waiting for the clock to strike midnight.
The clock now says 12:00
and a relief washes over me
because the past year is now gone
and there is a clean slate.
A feeling of despair now washes over me
because there is a whole new year ahead
and nothing has changed.
//d.f.
[a.n./ happy new year! how many of you are in the boat above? hope you all stay save. ily x]
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Voices
PoetryVoices in my head, that need to be heard. Voices in my head, roam free, like a bird. *Book of poems written by myself.*
