Next Year Poem by Joshua Gallatin

First day new year, expectations come abound. but not from myself. I am still left with the same questions of a day ago, last year. My thoughts are just that thoughts. not focused or fully constructed unfinished and hard to reach. Fond memories are a distant past and hope has crawled into the fiction and fantasy of others. what may come has not been dreamt, only left to darkness ahead. excitement is limited. Let me start to stare at the blank page and begin a new. May a famous story be left behind when today becomes a year ago.