New Year’s Eve, as the sun rises
Behind my house.
Bottle of wine, warmth in my chest,
Deceptive, like the changing of
The world is the world.
A war is coming, and we all burn
Paradise for profit, and God long
Abandoned us to our tears
And our demons.
The year changes, but nothing is
Ever closer to peace.
The stars retreat, a fading tide rolled back,
And the ocean of sunlight is crashing
Its waves on the sky.
Still drunk, still too afraid to hope,
I look on a new year almost here,
Knowing nothing else will change.