Christine Phillips Poet Free verse

December Sun

He stands on the cliff of the broken edge
Waiting on someone to come and bury the dead
Night has made its final decree, and the villain has flee
The pleasure of this world is leaning on his shoulder
And the passing of time has made him bolder
He stood there watching the clouds rolling by 
And a staggering fire lit up the solemn sky 
Spreading a vigorous heat on the bare concrete
He stared straight into the sun until the day was done
No expression was on his face but I could see regret 
And anxiety bulging in his petrified eyes
He knew that his December was coming to an end 
And he finally has to bend;
 The fire is going out of his yes
And there was no more tears left to cry
With all the screaming and shouting 
his December is finally caving in
With just three more days left to end the show
The world and his wife are on the go.
 Mind over matters the strife and the fleece
The office is hanging on a single thread 
And reality is just getting out of bed
The December sun is getting hotter
And the people’s spirit is getting warmer
Tension is floating in the air 
While the cry of despair is seeps through the door 
And the people are beckoning him to go
I have never seen him cry and I have never seem him sigh, 
Even when heavens meet with the sky,
He pretend to be bold, but he is crying behind the door
His feathery hair is flying loose above his head
And he was singing a tune as though he was dead
His boldness and stubbornness has finally cut loose
And he has to exchange it for a new pair of shoes
He has to throw in the towel to redeem the land
And address the boisterous crowd that was loud
All the talk and all the shout
 He still didn’t know what he was about 
I am still trying to make sense of everything
And I am wondering why they had found favor in him
But now all of that is lost, and he stands empty on the grass
A single podium and a solemn statement 
He looked at me and looked at the crowd
Then I know that his term had come to an end
The lights grow dim and the new music begin
And a new fire sprung up in the sky
No resolution no solution
He takes one final look at me and said,
“I have to go “
December sun is very hot.

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