29.

New Year


I didn’t make a resolution this year
And only I know why
Whilst my family partied, drinking sherry,
I sat alone, not quite so merry
That niggling thought lurking in my head
-That this time next year, I’ll be dead.
Not a car, a crash, my head through the window
But my knife, my wrist, my blood to stain the floor
I didn’t make a resolution this year
I think it’s quite unfair
To make a promise I can’t keep
-To live another year