That cold night in December

December is my least liked month for very many reasons. Instead of just telling it in my screams that I only show in my nightly hallucinations, I'll give a poem about my version of December.

That cold night in December

Where I sat upon my window's edge

With the thoughts of those I wish I wouldn't remember 

And my soul feeling compressed into a package

Oh that cold December night

Where the only thing in my mind was sleep 

I tossed and turned with my soul of fright

I prayed for my mother's soul to keep

As that December night became morning 

I awoke with a single thought in my head 

of my tear's next to my mother's casket, mourning 

And the hope that her body wasn't the one underground dead.

"Give me a white casket under the lake"

Mother had said

"With arches so high I walk among them so God can take my fate"

She had already seemed dead.

"Can you stay until Christmas?"

I was the only one who couldn't stay strong

Like I was the only one cared through all of us

"Honey that's far too long"

So that cold December morning

I felt alone in the forever darkness of this month

Though I heard my mother downstairs cooking

Mt nightly hallucination left me stunned. 

Author's Note

No, my mother is not dead. This was a nightmare I had a few years ago.

Reviews

[DIANE J.T.]

wow! This was great toward the end, I was really to see the moments :))) well done

[Justin]

u can take this poem and turn it into a story :) :) the presentation was awesome :) great job :)