The clock ticks twelve,
And I sit here, wondering,
Why I don't feel like reminiscing.
Maybe it's the days that weren't built to last,
Maybe it's the memories that faded by too fast.
However hard I think,
I can't seem to believe,
How this year had so many tricks up it's sleeve.
Like all those people I took for granted,
All these immortal memories that now seem shattered.
I believe I stood strong,
For I was brave even when my nights were long,
~Please time,
Don't do me wrong.
Don't destroy my dreams I held all along.
Even if my hope is just a lie,
I promise to embrace and love all the days that will soon come by.
And finally, there's the fireworks that won't break a tear,
As they cry out loud,
Happy New Year.
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For I Was God.
PoetryPoems that put emotions to words, painting a vivid and disturbing picture of the human psyche down the path to insanity. At times terrifying, at times profound, and at times brilliant.
