Another Evening (Not) To Remember

Again on the eventual edge of myriad perplexity

Again an evening not looked forward to in parity

Another agenda of known strangers in company

Another crowd of loneliness and silent cacophony

A tick here, a tock there, and many a decibel ringing

A deepening reminder of relentless cries cringing

Another white sheet with dark letters inscribed

Another medium in flurry, so often being described

Once more come dry winter with promises of spring

Once more does, the sun and the fallen leaves talking

Once again shine flakes of snow, melting into drops

Once again white darkness befalls while time hops