The new year entered
Midnight fell like bricks
The room cold despite heat
A lone drinker with thought
Music a side show
Background shadows
Dancing with flame
An echo long ago.
Nearby you can hear
The ringing of the bells
Each bringing closer
A goodbye to old year
A welcome to the new
Wet ground and many feet
Arguments and embraces
Leaving only traces.
Soon to rest
The glass in hand
Heavy and frustrated
Lost in distant places
Choosing to be alone
A soul without a home
Upon midnights sleep
Thoughts to keep.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: December 31st, 2025 03:34
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Some choose to be alone while others crave company. Being banished and ostracized one of the worst punishments the ancient world could meet out today is self chosen with our headphones to drown out noise our fixed stare on a screen as we sit in a cubicle screened off from all and with blinders on our eyes to not see what happens around us. A good write
Thanking you, appreciated as always
You are most welcome
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