November 12, 2021 The 12th of November

Written for the writing class I mentioned in my last post, for the prompt “November”:

I've been here a year
It's perfectly clear
This is not my best form

Boxes are stacked like I'm an old privateer
Searching for ports in a storm

    Outside my window snow falls down
    Turning the world to white
    As I listen to Red
    On the 12th of November

The Princess of Pop found her freedom
After thirteen years of hell

Sometimes we all need a brand new start
This I know all too well

    Outside my window snow falls down
    Covering all of my sins
    As I listen to Red
    On the 12th of November

I've made mistakes in my time
I cannot call me clean
Though every song that I hear on this radio is
Suddenly speaking to me

    Outside my window snow falls down
    I keep turning the volume up
    As I listen to Red
    On the 12th of November