I find myself numb
Unable to reflect
Unable to conceive the
Future & “Auld Lang Syne.”
Conflicted, instead by the palpable
Soundtrack of life marked by
Dwindling weeks
Hours, minutes
Tic-toc
Tic-toc
Tic-toc…
Non too swift, 2017 will end,
Yet will the miasma linger
In this overflowing landfill?
Blurred by chaos, how long
Must we remain indifferent,
Divisive in our civility?
I choose to do my best, to do
My part & remain hopeful
Humanity will follow suit.
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