The first of the year
Always seems to carry
Misfortune
They all say
it's a fresh start
things will get better
And for most, it does

The beginning months
Are littered with
Prevalence
Of illness
Destruction
Death
For me

Like clockwork
I am struck with
Terrible sickness
Continuously
As if the world is reminding me
How weak and fragile
My body is

The pieces fall out of place
And fall apart
While dust waits to settle
In a thick layer
As if the world is reminding me
How cruel and sick
The earth is

I find myself
Surrounded by sorrow
Guns, pills, bodies
No dying wishes or goodbye kisses
As if the world is reminding me
How short and destructive
This life is

Time is bitter
And ****,
I just need the middle of June