Election Section

it’s the bottom end  

of another year 

as they’re shouting 

epitaphs 

of holiday cheer. 

while days turn darker 

in me and out, 

the list grows longer 

of human drought. 

remembering my spirit  

what it’s about, 

beyond my troubles 

to those without. 

oh release me from 

my trifling world, 

my selfish needs 

take to their grave. 

for everyday 

should be like this, 

remembering others 

less fortunate.