On the precipice

The penetrating glare of the rising sun,

Proof to all life that the day is done,

Celebrate the new year with friendly cheer,

The morning to follow I will be the subject of jeer,

They will say in a derisive way how much I fear,

Gawk and mock at my pathetic life year after year,

Haha so funny let's all have a good laugh,

I will joke too even about my own behalf,

Do I feel too much or maybe nothing at all,

Rising kings trample this peasant's withdrawal,

Please allow me to feel hate,

I'd even settle for a sour sate,

Yet my passion is checked by torn out hopes,

Whittled my fury as I hang by the ropes,

An artist will prefer to carve a deep depression,

Surgical incision through my heart a morose lesson,

I depart the scene for it's obvious I failed,

Make room for the king who has prevailed,

I'm glad I could serve another dish of despair,

Tear out my soul as my head bleeds do I care,

Embark in the dawn of a brilliant new time,

I walk alone as this dismal spirit decline,

Waiting and seeking what's over the horizon,

Even at the end of the road I won't give up trying,

Filled with the energy that shining sun brings,

Shedding ill will for lost souls parading as kings,

How can you blame a man for his nature,

Or even be jealous of a woman's chosen savior,

I won't run and hide afraid to face foes,

Meet the enemy that hides in friendly clothes,

We are equals in this life and always the next,

Judge not the animals and the usual suspects