Boom
My demons of the past year demand entrance
At my doorstep, hear them whine, half with fear
Boom, boom, boom
Getting closer, more desperate—
I will not let in the shadows of yesteryear.
Away from the noise, from the drinks outside
Inside I, the ever coward, hide
Boom
Elsewhere they sing the last chorus of Auld Lang Syne
Elsewhere they set illegal firecrackers alight
Elsewhere—
I cannot join them in this raucous midnight
For I have failed them in yesteryear
Outside, once again my demons jeer
Boom boom boom
The last firework outside dies
The demons flee, fearing their demise
It's safe now, and I am sent reeling
As they shout the new year's greeting
My demons, they have no more power
At least for a year and a hour...
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Anarchy
PoetryAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
