May the sixteen year bring with it relief as 15 is discarded down acidic drains.
15 may rot beyond belief.
The stench of depression, near strangled me.
Choking vile.
The closest to death I got last year.
Than ever I have ever sailed past before
15 is soon past,
Heavens be praised..
16 must be better.
It couldn't be worse.
Last year, my saviour.
My personal angel.
A new job and the catharsis of verse.
I will kick 15 out with steel toe capped boots.
And 16 I welcome with a free flowing kiss.
Goodbye 2015.
Soon come and join me 2016.
(c)LIVVI