New Year
The world screams about itself,
Just as I lay my head,
On a pillow,
Thinking about how my little world,
Is crumbling apart,
As if the people I knew are rotting from the inside out,
As if the things I thought sacred,
Are being desecrated by the hollow flow of time,
As if the morning of this new year will bring an emptiness I have never felt before,
As if The sunlight will feel cold,
And the moon shall call to me,
And the darkness will seem a comfort,
For the day brings those things I once saw as people,
For the day brings those things I can never hold again tantalising close to my face,
These bursts of what should be joy outside my window,
Those flying colours, those shifting sparks,
Pain me to hear,
And see,
For the world is laughing at my past and taunting my very future,
As if time itself is leaving me alone, without words nor objects to love,
On this cold new year's eve.