That is how 2017 has been.2017. This bittersweet year.
Should I forget it or remember?
Exploring bounds of my creativity
I thought I actually found me
I thought I was trudging on a stair
But I end up falling in further despair
Receiving unsuspecting rewards
But not getting what I asked for
I am confused how this year was?
What did I miss when world was beneath my feet?
Why do I let my same misfortunes repeat?
I was beaming with life and energy at the first.
Now I'm restored back to my nihilistic self.
I fear not your threats or anticipate your offers 2017
The new year is here and ends your cruel regime.
I had countless fond memories to cherish
But as the end closes in they all perish
Should I gladly preserve them in my gallery?
Or in some dark part of my heart should I bury?
That was the year 2017.
That's how it has been.
A pocket full of sweet stories
Or your mental torturous glories?
Which one suits you better 2017?