Break The Spell Poem by Eva Beylich

Sand trickles through your glass years.
Rough nights and days are gone in pain.
Don't spill, don't waste a grain.
Keep dry your secret hoard of tears.

New Year, the future plans and fears
ahead of you a prospect without stain,
a given chance you hope won't maim
your dreams. You already hear the cheers.

Cold days and nights start to announce
hard times for you with each stroke of the bell.
Dangers lurk, you can't escape or bounce.

You often lose belongings and believes in hell.
No job, no rights, no titles. You still renounce
the possibilities ahead of you. Please break the spell.