Do you know how to form a new layer with every year?

New years resolution meant to buffer one's every horrid affairs of indiscretions of afterthoughts twisting in time with cracking seals.

A year of lies tied up in pretty little bows, shredded confetti twinkling against a crystal ball atop nine stories of well meaning tales.

Look under champagne wells filled with rose floats. Hidden moats ridden with tidal votes, layered with treats of soured meats.

Indifference is a delicacy to modern day tragedies. Hidden beneath skeletons of death-defying attractions covered under red silken carpet.

New year, excuses misconceptions of preconceived notions of ill received wishes. Nations divided against terrorists praising spurious mad-hatters.

Resolutions become revelations to a desolate democracy. Seven days into a detrimental year terror runs free listening to closed-off ears.

Forging off disastrous years, baseless rhetoric played off by sliver fed businessmen. New layers of days passing, one by one,  sold out by stockbrockers.

New years, oh dear, here we go again, old threats wasted on hearsay promises.
New year, oh dear, tell well-wishers when to shred new confetti & drop it nine stories down.

© SaraM