Somewhere far from the loud chaotic Dhaka//I'm ending this year

I'm ending this year,
I'm ending this year, with 100 pebbles inside my rib cage
I'm ending this year, with a pair of warm baby sized sock
I'm ending this year, without spilling my flaccid words on you
I'm ending this year, somewhere far from home//Far from the loud chaotic Dhaka
I'm ending this year with cold feet but not from cold renaissance-esque
Rather from a parquet floor
I'm ending this year, once again regretting my steps while staring at the ceiling fan
I'm ending this year, under the street lamp chasing my shadow
I'm ending this year, maybe not just ending, but erasing the "what could've been"
I'm ending this year being overly sentimental as every year
I'm ending this year, but taking the austerity
I'm ending this year by having altercation with myself at 3am
I'm ending this year, with tragedies that happened inside my cacophonous head
I'm ending this year, yet living on yesterday and some ephemeral dream
And when this ephemeral dream will pinch me
Then I'll stop pondering your wry visage
Perhaps then I'll end my year without my succinct and poorly written sentimental thoughts.