Yea, it is the year's end-
For the pages have almost been exhausted
And the sheets rusted
The eyes of the warrior, weary;
The future looks neither blissful nor dreary.
Better is the end of a matter
Than the beginning. We started this race,
Undertook this phase
Made our beds in this place
To avoid leaving without a memorable trace.
For we must look back in awe
And revel in the memories
We did not phase through for nothing;
We will not settle for just anything,
For we gave this year our all.
Midnight is all but upon us;
A fresh book will soon be laid open.
Regardless of how you are currently coping,
You are no longer new here-
And you will conquer the new year.
December 28
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Perception
PoetryA compilation of poems written in the year 2017. The poems' themes range from lush beginnings, nostalgia and separation, to domestic violence, charades, social advocacy and the power of The Unrivalled. Basically, the anthology you did not ask for.
