It's the end of the party,
And the fireworks are done.
Here I sit all alone,
Wondering how it has begun.
It's the end of the old year,
All that's done is in the past.
Here I am, walking back,
Into yesterday at last.
I hear: Happy New Year,
Champagne glasses clinking.
But surrounded I'm still alone,
It starts me thinking...
On the verge of tomorrow,
Just an hour left to go.
Let's hope in the new day,
Only happiness will flow.
It's nearly time for resolutions,
Time to leave the old behind.
But here I am, walking back,
To ancient memories in time.
The breakthrough just won't come,
I am stuck with long past ties.
Hopefully I will break them,
Sit with love and without cries.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
