My Incomplete Poem

The mind that is an empty vessel,
Always waits for the flowers of knowledge to make it full;
Those unfulfilled wishes of the year,
Have become the incomplete chapters
Of my story;
Those empty lines and incomplete verses ,
Are the forsaken dreams and unrequited thoughts of
This naïve ambitious soul.
Celebrated the New Year with a zing,
Waited to fill my memories with a brim,
Wanted to become a flaner to those lonely streets,
Wished to have a diary of poems to that of 'John Keats!'
But the story wished for it's twists and turns,
That it's happening gave me all churns;
Gaiety mind sat to write a beautiful poem,
But the clinically depressed thoughts left them
Incomplete in mayhem.
I wish I had never procrastinated the things I loved,
I wish I had written down everything that I felt;
Now those incomplete poems just fills me with load,
Where I wonder if I would ever be able to heal from this hurt?
The eve of Nouvelle* An,
Detaches me from those unfulfilled wishes;
The Soleil* of 2021 is a waking call,
That shows me where I belong;
With an Au revoir* to 2020 I jump into vers libre,*
With the lost rhyme schemes depicting the lost wishes!
*(Nouvelle An: New Year; Soleil: Sun; Au revoir: Goodbye; Vers Libre: Free verse)
-©️Lavanya