A December Ago - Poem
I wrote this poem.
A month I link to heartache.
It, thus, befits this December.
Even if this year differs.
I won't go on a quest to find romance again.
My veteran heart needs recuperation from one more jihad too many in the name of love.
A December ago, love's eyes bled
The mind's sanity fled
An ocean of tears the heart shed
And with grief, the soul wed.
A December ago, my body lost all might
My faith in men took fright
Clairvoyance lost its stitched sight
And my sunny kingdom met its twilight.
A December ago, I finally understood
I shall be hanged in the nude
On a crucifix of burning wood
For loving a heart so cruel and crude.
A December ago, December begged January
For a restful and calmer February
For heartaches in winter have become customary
Within the walls of my murky sanctuary.
A December ago, December forgot to forget
Only sorrow does sorrow beget
For another December's come to be beset
By a one-way memory lane of bitter regret.