December

December
Form: Saraband Sonnet

Eyes close holding on to nothing
While angry voices disturb dreams
The heart has no song left to sing.
All talking done no words remain
As emptiness falls in silence
The senses ravaged raw with pain
Now push old love into past tense.
Eyes open unable to see
Beyond the violence and screams
Accept blindly this destiny.
Unspeaking lips that once were kissed
Cannot sing in humble delight
For love has slipped in swirling mist
As a heart breaks the lonesome night

©JGFarmer2012

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