sitting here lamenting my self inflicted solitude
my mind drifts as I count the tiles on the ceiling
it is the final eve of this year
hoping the next one brings closer those I hold dear

A night of painful hindsight and new years resolutions
if I write them in blood will they hold true
the last twelve months have left tracks on my soul
wounds barely scabbed over before tearing apart each day

I have conquered, loved and lost many blessings
I pray to my moon and stars my hearts deepest desires
searching for the strength to accept the comets
skipping across my toes everytime I reach too far

should I pick up my feet
shuffle along with an awkward gait
or gently close my eyes
as I fall into the arms of fate

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