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stacking yesterdays
in piles too high to handle
they lean sway fall
tumble topple over
me and all the now
I breathed in
just before
yesteryear
came crashing down
a sea to drown
the everything
that trails behind in
everything
I have ahead
and everything
just all
it's just another
spin on the same
familiar axis
and the new dawn
just a carbon copy
of the one
seven hours old
and still the panic
the illusion of closure
the delusion
of significance
closing in
just one more day
to set things straight
just one more spin
to lose the burdens
the load that the next
turn of seasons
should not deserve
I wish for comfort
for ease and decency
and a happy new year
free from this
annual ghost
that is all
Throwing old heartaches into the Sea of forgetfulness ~ time to prepare for a new day.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 33,000 poems.
And so as another year comes to close,
It's once again, 'Happy New Year.'
I'll drink to that!
on New Year's Eve. Well said. And really, it's just another day, and every day is a new opportunity. This is your year coming up. :)