December 7, 2009
A December Ago - Poem
I wrote this poem two Decembers ago. A month I, now, link to heartache.
It, thus, befits this December. Even if this year will be different.
I don't intend to go on a never-ending quest to find romance again. This veteran heart of mine needs recuperation. From too much jihad in the name of love.
A December ago, the eyes of love bled
The mind's sanity fled
An ocean of tears the heart shed
And with grief, my soul wed.
A December ago, my body lost all its might
My faith in men took flight
Clairvoyance lost its stitched sight
And my sunny kingdom fell into a woeful plight.
A December ago, I finally understood
I shall be hung in the nude
On a crucifix of burning wood
For loving a heart oh-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.