December

Dread the days of December, air so chilled
eyes tear filled, the beers that spilled
memories that scream a shrill, stinging tone
cut me right to the bone

Could I sleep it away
pass away the month in just one day
turn out the lights, close the blinds
cut off the sound of the mind

I'd unplug the phone, turn off the outside world
pretend I'm not home, as I lay in my bubble, curled
just watch as days and nights swirl, merge and blend
becoming past as the year draws to an end

I do like the colour the joy and fun
the smiles painted on everyone
so I wont celebrate the past, the stories that live there
but I will walk in the cool chill air, show that I'm still here 

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.