The End Is Nye Poem by Danny Draper

I am tired with a tiredness
Beyond sleep
Languid with a weariness
Bereft of amenity,
A final exhaled sigh
Expunging essence
Beauty cold and lessened
Slowly seeped,
Bleary cycles onwards flow
With banal viscosity
Touch a memory lost to
Obstinate familiarity,
Intimacy worn, retired by
Utilities ceaseless grind.

The year most spent
Few days but rent,
Its end is Nye
Imminent break
Élan to bake,
Rebirth and feast
Breathe and fake
Stoically the road,
To more the same
Again on the other side.


10/12/2014