When December Ends

Cold reaches deeper than ever before,
like fingers weaving between bone and sinew
gripping vessels, ripping at the heart,

Time dances behind a painted mask
taunting the future with echoes of the past
as memories drip from empty eyes

Darkness echoes deeper than the mid of night
and sleep is not a friend,
ghosts linger on the horizon just beyond view, 
shrouded by unanswerable wishes

Wake me up when December ends
 

december 2011