i saw the fireworks exploding.
everyone seemed to enjoy the music that the DJs played,
except me.
when the clock perfectly hit twelve o'clock,
everyone screamed and laughed.
i saw people drunk.
i saw people everywhere.
and i was there all alone in a crowded street,
gave a blank stare at the street,
while thinking what have i done for the past 364 days.
and what i will do for the future 365 days.
YOU ARE READING
the barrier.
Poetrythe rain will fall, as much as her tears drop as much as her words that she almost tell as much as her feelings that she always hide. they will also fall upon the earth and dry up, along with the rain. -escarlatee, 2017. [all poems are mine].
