New Year, New Me, Same Old Lies… (Poem)

His form adorns the mirror glass; Unhappy. Within himself; At himself. It’s November. Too late to change. “Leave it ‘til New Year,” He says. “No point in doing it now.” He continues; The same burden of dissatisfaction, Continually weighing him down. December comes. Christmas. New Years Eve. All pass in a flash. January 1st. The … Continue reading New Year, New Me, Same Old Lies… (Poem)