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Out of Time
Granted a month's worth of potential
Let us begin the end
Fresh weeks of opportunity
Here now, and never again
An "X" marks the spot on another day in the life
Will the dwindling hours bring about peace and joy?
Or sorrow and strife?
Minutes blur together as desperation increases
Seconds remain to get things together
Frantically gathering scattered pieces
Milliseconds linger
Unsure of how this will go
Either way, I resist
Giving up the obsession with each new year's prying glow
Let us begin the end
Fresh weeks of opportunity
Here now, and never again
An "X" marks the spot on another day in the life
Will the dwindling hours bring about peace and joy?
Or sorrow and strife?
Minutes blur together as desperation increases
Seconds remain to get things together
Frantically gathering scattered pieces
Milliseconds linger
Unsure of how this will go
Either way, I resist
Giving up the obsession with each new year's prying glow
Published 2nd Dec 2022
Author's Note
A poem written for the first day of the last month of the year.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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3rd Dec 2022 2:54am
Excellent.
"New Year's prying glow" is awesome! How perfect is that description! I totally get it.
Great write!
"New Year's prying glow" is awesome! How perfect is that description! I totally get it.
Great write!
12th Dec 2022 1:46am
Thank you, Styxian. Sometimes, it's hard to be excited about the holidays, or to welcome the new year. As much as it's supposed to be a positive time of year, it can definitely feel a bit overwhelming. It's cool to know others get it. Take care of yourself.
