This time last year, I felt a little sad.
At first my hope fufilled me fully
I could breathe and think and speak clearly.
This time last year, I worried for dad.
I knew the fall from grace would be hard.
Whose fall was harder I cannot say
Mine brought demons that stay to this day
His, a yard to hard earth in a yard
Depression hit me hard, it took time
Surgery three times, is this the one?
This time last year, I could not rhyme
I feel alive withdrawn the gun, won
this war of attrition. Hear the chime
of the future call, it leaves none
This time this year, is full of hope and fear.