C. N. Garraway

by C. N. Garraway

I’ll try not to be sad.
I’ll try not to be angry.
I’ll try not to be ungrateful.

This year was emotional and taxing on my soul.
Any goal I had was never met.
Everything went wrong,
along with the hope I once held dear.
I can’t wait for this year to end.

A mixture of blurred sanity and a tortured psyche,
wishing the new year would bring peace—a new purpose,
erasing what remains of this tortured psyche.

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