December

It’s the middle of December
The winds have grown colder now
The night is wasting on and on
With nothing left to dream about
This bed feels like a coffin
In a dark and vacant tomb
I close my eyes and hear her voice
Echo through the room

I pull out our old pictures
And let the storm begin
The first streak stains
My ghostly cheek
And the pain rises within

A song plays in the background
Her essence fills the air
A knot forms in my battered throat
My eyes a glassy stare
Windows to an empty soul
Filled with only suffering
From frozen lips depart
The saddest words I’ll ever sing

The darkness creeping all around
Crawls underneath my skin
Her face forms in the shadows
Then fades into the wind..
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Katrina Weimer.

 

Do you think it could be the best new poem in 2013?