Poem: December Of My Soul

“December Of My Soul”

shorter days and
longer, darker nights
mark the cycles in
the frozen wasteland
of my mind, a bleak
winterscape where
not much can live
or thrive or grow,
a place you really
don’t want to get
caught in and once
you’ve been you have
no desire to ever
go back, the arid
tundra of my soul

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