A Cold December
I’m searching for my passion
It couldn’t have gone too far
Without it, I must ration
And that is just bizarre
I find myself on edge
Chattering my teeth
Tempting the ledge
Of the working class beneath
If I cannot find it soon
I know, not, how I’ll deal
Balancing a spoon
Spinning about my wheel
The strangest part of all
Is my intense desperation
Despite the translucent wall
Which led to isolation
A microscopic ember
Preserved a tiny bit of heat
To burn through my December
And cause my heart to beat
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