Last Year, This Year, Next Year

Last Year, This Year, Next Year


Dear
last year,
It’s been tough.
So, no goodbyes,
I have had
enough.
Pain.

Dear
this year,
Don’t go fast.
Time is needed
to release
the past.
Heal.

Dear
next year,
Please trust me.
I will greet you
in health and
with glee.
Peace.

Line count: 21
Written on January 1, 2025 for The Writer's Cramp - Poetry Week.
Prompt: Write a Sept. You may choose to write a single one, or a string of 3.
Rhyme: abcdecf

The Sept has seven lines. It can be about any subject you like. There are no requirements for rhyme in this form. The Sept is built up as follows:

Line 1: 1 syllable
Line 2: 2 syllables
Line 3: 3 syllables
Line 4: 4 syllables
Line 5: 3 syllables
Line 6: 2 syllables
Line 7: 1 syllable.