Trumpet blowing from an aisle
Ready for the countdown to new life
Motorcycle noise is on the roads
Making me deaf of hearing those
Food is served to those who celebrate
Wishes upon the next blessings
Towards the end of this year
They tend to forget their mistakes
Called by a horrible siren
Shouting "Happy New Year"
I can't sleep with those fireworks
That blows up through the clouds
They all enjoyed waiting for the countdown
While I'm in my room looking at my phone down
Drowning in thinking for other challenges
From the things that might happen another year
When all is happy, I'm lonely
Can't lie, but this is the horrendous ending
The end of the year stops me from bleeding
I think it's time to stand up again
Written in: December 31, 2019
Published: January 1, 2020
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