the year has a dark beginning and a cold end
belated festive lights shine in artificial beauty
and even the most belated festivities come to an end
perhaps a quarter way in life truly begins
and after spring cleaning organises thoughts latched away in the mind
committed to in new year new me activities
hope will start to bud in the eyes
perhaps prime of life is in the middle
light encompasses the surface of coins and flows seamlessly down their rims
the doors they open are time consuming
their beauty adored even in the certainty of death
hoarded for loved ones who never visit
there is no beauty in death
and being feared is not a honour
chaos, haste and suspense encompass its certainty
until a stifled rattle emerges.
desperation and peace fight for the position
of the last emotion