Here comes
Another bad year
As the hands of time
Always tremble
At what shattered wish
Seems determined
Like potential change
Never sought

Or old promises
Feeling so new
Until that plan
Meets our mirrors
Where each limit waits
Staring blankly
Still back towards those
Showing age

Since breaking that glass
Over clocks
Replaced by eyes
On straight faces
Hiding sickness
Behind every smile
Knowing destiny
Coughs when it must

Letting tragedy
Settle us down
Holding weddings
Or having some babies
Watching pain rust souls
Getting older
Not happier
Though they protest

Missing youth
And freedom unknown
While tomorrow’s debt
Grows uncertain
Though elusive
Beneath better bodies
Seeking chances still
To escape

For bohemian dreams
Are just thoughts
Hidden in sleep
Hearing exes
Telling you once
About poems
Being everything wrong
Until now.

• J. Pigno