tick tock
big ben chimes in
the new year
we're happy
for a single moment,
when we think
the new year will bring
fresh air for us to breathe
but then the fireworks start,
pollution fills the air
and we are crippled
by the the reality
that new year, new starts
are just fairytales
the world doesn't stop
for that day
or even that moment
it doesn't have time
to give us a break
or let us breathe
because it can't either
we're at a loss
and our first sin
is new year's day
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya kaleidoscopic look at a life full of ups and downs, laid out in a poetic form. // highest rank: #4 in poetry // // other works include; l i t t l e n o t e s, highest rank: #1 in poetry and JESSICA // *cover by @flawed_stars_
