Dark December

Days are cold

Nights are long

Not as bold

As the morning gong

 

Through the path

Lost in the mess

Of the crazy psychopath

Not feeling blessed

 

The dark December

Cold as ice

Things that I cannot remember

Through the broken advice

 

Without warning

The clear skies disappear

Abandoning

Nothing appears

 

Gone so fast

Without a warning

Outcast

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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