New Year No Cheer.

It’s a new year;

the past’s all I hear.

Voices ever so loud

echoing all around-

yours lost in the crowd.

Dark rain cloud

follows close behind,

me; Ground down-

to the rind.

It’s a new year

the past’s all I hear.

Echoes of them-

whispers in my ear;

Shouldn’t.

New Years mean nothing,

an arbitrary countdown

to the clock on our life.

When you’ve had one

like mine,

it all begins to blur

the lines;

The passing of

time.

Wholly lost on me;

New years eve.

Celebrating, but what -New hope?

Resolutions earnestly made,

only to quickly break and fade?

It might be a new year for some.

For me its another dull beat of the drum,

signalling one less year I have to live.