Who gave you the right to dub my night depressing
or fill my stars with hope?
What if the dark is my time of rest and the… 145 more words
everyone always watches the old year give way into the new/ like a dying firework much less dazzling/ than the ones that herald this purportedly magical day/ holding the promise of change like a candle in the dark/ except sooner or later your arm gets tired and the flame clatters to the ground/ but it’s one of those cheap plastic bulbs made to look like fire/ so it just fractures and fizzles like your optimism and resolve/ staying alive just to remind you of how unanimously you’ve failed/ isn’t that how it always goes? 268 more words