Below is the poem entitled Me in December which was written by poet
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me in December is missing.
i am found at all other times of the year
but right now...everything is severing
coming apart in little pieces falling to the floor. shattering i am deaf to it.
you are smiling, buying, giggling...drinking singing
contemplative i sit watching...waiting, just waiting
green red, red green...snow topped mountains
it means nothing...when you cant feel it that false warm excited feeling that
comes with the holiday. it means nothing to those who cannot hear the music
coming from your heart.
it means nothing to someone who is looking for more then it is meant. me in
December is in mourning
i am missing...