the new year

the fresh white
winter snow
that lived here
yesterday is
gone

now dirty paw
prints mark
the ground

like small slaps
to an already beaten
earth

frozen like the rest of
us
it continues to spin
like the rest of us

into the future,
never looking back
slipping in to the
black nothingness
of another
winters morning

with wet socks
i stumble to say
good bye
to another
year of growth
another year
of hurt
another year of
sorrow
another year of
waiting for
tomorrow

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