Checkered

Stepping into a new zone
With an unbridled tone
New light shedding on old wounds
Bad blood bleeding into an uncontrollable flood

Haphazard planning translating into excessive canning
What a year this has brought me to
Befuddled and irked,
I carry disgruntled voices with me along.

Move aside,the old.
I am pushed into the next cone.
Enter the unknown
And let it unfold.