Wednesday, December 12, 2007

this year, a merry christmas

As I sit,
what might have been
what has been
what was
what has become
spatter like flecks of blood against my window.

The sky has torn into two. It has
cracked, broken like a heart
someone out there is crying, the howls turning into
vortex, whirlwinds
blowing the tears my way
until my cheeks are wet and salty.

The aches of the world, I felt
confused with my broken soul
tossed aside, punctured like a wound
from the stare you didn't give.

It's new, this
paralysing pain.
It curdles my blood,
freezes my skin,
explodes in my head.

As I sit
I wish a sad, little, wistful, hopeful,
useless, pointless
christmas wish:
let me in.