Weight Until Midnight Poem by Chaos Harrypaul

10
A burning begins to form in your chest,
An understanding that it isn't another year,
But one year less.
9
8
The initial joy becomes muddy,
Your grief in direct contrast
To all of the faces you now study.
7
All your memories are front and center,
Already distant,
Locked behind a date you can never reenter.
6
5
Staring, willing time to slow.
Believing focus might be friction,
To keep the present that I know.
4
Here and now we're all intact.
In exactly three seconds,
That may no longer be a fact.
3
2
You've lost, and it's already here.
F*ck it.
Happy New Year.