Counting and counting
My calendar kept being thin
I swore myself it wouldn't happen again
Clashing my December dreams.
There goes the white blanketing the streets
How much I dreaded this precise moment!
I even tried to add some blank papers into my calendar
But it'll still happen— battling my December dreams.
I still wouldn't hope that the end is near
I wish— it'll come to me and caught me from afoot
Though still nothing happened— I gaped the frigid skies
My December dreams kept waiting for the wondrous sight.
I swore myself that it wouldn't happen again
To be alone, to be isolated, to be sad
Counting and counting; my calendar kept being thin
Now I know it wouldn't happen— for it's the end of the year.
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Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyr...
