As the clock moves ever closer
I feel the deep sense of doom looming.
As the skies ready for a descent of
flaming glitter, as the silence waits
for eruption. As lovers move in unison
and alcohol fuels lust and time moves in
that awkward way we trust.
Too late now to hide away in dreams,
to close my eyes in hope of just
another day. Too late now for the new
year bells have seen me upon their
horizons, too late to resolute my days
and wish for dreams of vivid red,
too late now hide beneath layers
within the comfort of my head.
Karen Hayward ©2015 :).