A fresh start,
A blank canvas,
A new year,
Already tainted with pain,
Already heart-ache and sadness,
Have painted the empty pages,
Of the year I hoped would be different,
But you and your selfishness,
Have stolen away from me,
My opportunity for a clean break,
Poisening it with tears,
Gone is my chance,
To turn a new page,
In my unsatisfied book of memoirs