End of The Year

[ThePen]

Smudged on the horizon,
beneath the uncaring gray clouds,
farewell of the year

fireworks set out,
and the ink drips down to nothingness.
Life goes on.

But pain has the gift of rekindling,
and heart is its faithful torchbearer,
oblivious to the clamor to appease
by offerings from its flame;
they need more fireworks, for their celebrations.

Hi there.

"Smudged on the horizon" is a good opening.
"Uncaring gray clouds" makes the poem seem a bit bleak.
I like the line "and the ink drops down to nothingness". That is good imagery.

Your ending stanza seems complicated. Is the "flame" from "offerings" a reference to the flame from the heart.

I wish there was more structure to your poem.