January

There’s raindrops on my window with wind that follows its path, 
As January slowly wanders on by carrying another bout of fear. 
Noah plucks the delicate tune and sings along in his tired wrath, 
A slow broody melody epitomising the start to yet another year. 

I cast my mind back over the 12 months of the year just gone by, 
And all the things I’ve overcome and all the battles I could not win. 
Now my mind is a sinkhole where people lose themselves in the sky, 
Then upon inspection they politely decline claiming they saw a sin. 

An old friend dropped me a line saying how proud of me he had been, 
But all I could muster back was to mimic the kind words he had said.
Left his home at 16 years without learning the lessons we’d all seen, 
And now he’s made a name for himself while I lay awake in this bed. 

So I’ve become acutely aware that I really can’t keep sleeping alone, 
In a king-size lying with my head on the cold side of the pillowcase.
I’m learning over time that fate has its way of teasing its colder tone, 
Over the life I stumble to lead and the growing issues I seem to face.

Please listen up at the back, there’s a tale here, that’s plot is as follows, 
A young boy with his hopes and dreams faltering from the very start. 
Found a young mother along the way who’s past he soon swallows, 
And in a wasteful and childlike haste they break his ageing old heart. 

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