December

Just a short little poem.

I can still taste the pain that you left,

Within my heart and concaving chest.

You swore to never hurt,

When you killed my sense and buried me beneath frozen dirt. 

Your shadow fills this empty room,

Pouring salt in my all too forgiving wounds. 

Because you always knew that I would bleed inside,

But I think you just liked the taste.

The ghost of you still lingers inside of my mistakes,

Splitting our tongues out of hate. 

And I´m someone you won´t remember,

But I´ll never forget your December. 

Author's Note

Just a short little poem I wrote pretty quickly. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Reviews

[Bear]

I hope my interpretation is not troubling, my old age most likely has clouded my view. I don't know if you are aware of any of the old songs where life is compared with the calendar and December represents the last years of life. That said, your poem reflects so well the thoughts of many people in their December, I doubt many young people will see it but speaking as someone in their December I think this is brilliant. Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

[lovelyAnaa]

I enjoyed reading this. It gave me chills haha

[Emily]

Love the first line!
I like how you use the word taste!
Keep it up!!

[dramamine]

Thank you :)