Terrified I am, of the twelve months that have
Woefully passed, so please, I implore to the
Ether, that you bring good tidings, that you provide
Nourishment for all, thus, work your magic, to
Tie cosmic bandages; on those wounds, that are
Yearning for cleansing, and for determined devotion.
Tame this plague, that has catastrophised a broken
World, that again repeats it’s mistake of delving into
Excruciating division and dissatisfaction, please, regulate
Negativity, and make room for mending, as too many
Triggers, will see this globe dead, so I implore you, focus, as
Yielding is not an option, as this life will be lived courageously.
Thrill me, thrill us, ensure that we can thrive, as we cannot
Waste any more time, so please, be a Happy New Year, an
Overwhelming burst of light, that will guide us to our smiles.